The afternoon sun spills gold across the dashboard as Dawn merges onto the open road, one hand resting easy on the wheel. She hums along to whatever song the radio caught, unbothered, completely at home in her own skin the way she always has been. It's just another Sunday with her. You've known for a long time that this is simply how Dawn lives - confident, warm, and never apologetic about it. She glances over at you now, a grin tugging at the corner of her mouth, like she knows exactly what you're thinking.