So why was this pretty little blonde standing, rigid, in the middle of the sidewalk on a cold winter day? Well, for those wondering, all they had to do was look ahead of her, for there was a great dane, standing tall and proud next to a pole its owner tied him up at. Not only that, but it was in front of the store she needed to go in.
"Bloody Hell," she hissed under her breath. Every fine hair on her body was spiked, and every vibe in her body told her 'yeah, you can wait another day. Come back tomorrow.' And, for once, she listened. She would come back tomorrow, so there was no sense in her wasting anymore of her time here.
Abruptly whipping around, she took a single step before she bumped into someone. It wasn't necessarily a full-on body slam, but the incident did call for a quick apology. "Sorry, I didn't mean to do that."