Dylan & Dawn: Oblivious run-ins
Mary had been promised a lasagna. At least something that was more substantial to eat instead of entire pies. For her best friend's health, Dawn braved the cold to make the trip to the general store. Wrapped up in her baby pink wool peacoat and white angora scarf, Dawn didn't entirely note her resemblance to a Barbie doll, but that's what the cashier had told her as though it was supposed to be a compliment. She took it as one, at any rate, and after paying for the few items she needed, Dawn hummed a little happy (if not somewhat melancholy underneath it all) tune on her way out the door and down the road. Someone really needed to tell her to stop being a princess stereotype.
Sugar and sunshine was paying too much attention to her phone to notice where she was walking, busy with a text to Leo about brownies that bordered on double entendre. (As if Dawn was actually smart enough to catch on to her own wit. She wasn't.) Even with a preternatural grace gifted to her by fairy godmothers, she was not immune to the classic tropes that came from stories. Namely the physics that always seemed to make one of the colliding parties tumble to the ground. The brick wall of a guy wasn't going down, so it was up to her. Dawn fell onto her back with an oof as groceries scattered this way and that across the sidewalk from the dropped bag and her phone clattered harmlessly beside her.
Oh. Oh my. It was a man. That would always take Dawn by surprise. "Sorry! My fault. Are you okay? I should have been watching where I was going." Dawn admitted before smiling that beaming bright flash of pure sweetness and innocence up at the man who had been her unfortunate crash pad. Her hand was offered up to he could help her to her feet, a delicate and feminine gesture that seemed all too natural coming from the picture perfect blond. She'd worry about the busted bag of flour when she was standing.