LittleDreamerOfSorts
The Girl in Yellow
Ezra shook her head and turned heading down the hallway ignoring his arm. "Maybe if you'd have actually offered your arm, I would have taken it. I don't take kindly to being told what to do all the time. Grandfather tries that too often." She adjusted her makeshift belt, making sure the rope was nice and tight holding up her pants. She stuffed her hands into her pockets.