The art and music festival had been a delightful way to spend most of the weekend and it also inspired Penelope to be creative. She wasn't musically or artistically inclined, but she loved theater and thought she might be able to write a play. At the very least, she could write some poetry. And if she couldn't write either, she could read both, which was the reason she'd headed to the bookstore and was currently browsing.
She wasn't paying super close attention to her surroundings and bent down to see if they had a copy of Tennessee Williams, not realizing that someone was right behind her and she bumped them. "Oh gosh, sorry," she said, standing up quickly and turning as she apologized.