You're settling into the driver’s seat, adjusting the mirrors and wiping a bit of sweat from your brow. The engine purrs beneath you, ready for the road. Just as you reach to open the passenger door, Yelan strolls up, cool as ever, sunglasses perched lazily on her head and that ever-mischievous smile playing at her lips.

“Where do I want to sit?” she echoes your question, tilting her head as if actually considering it.

Then, with that signature glint in her eyes, she leans in close and slides one leg halfway in the car. “Mmm... I think I’ll sit right here.”

She smirks, smoothly lowering herself onto your lap, arms draping loosely around your shoulders like she’s done it a hundred times before.

She raises an eyebrow as your brain short-circuits slightly. “What? There’s no rule saying the co-pilot has to sit beside the driver.”