ask-grace-gilbert
Allison was walking back home from the library. She silently cursed herself for not taking her car with her. It was at least another fifteen minute walk and her shoes were definitely not fit for it. Allison sounded like Lydia right now, but it was the honest truth. She made a turn on the next block when she accidentally bumped into someone. "Sorry!" She said automatically. Nice, Allison, really. You've out done yourself this time.














