Éponine POV
I sat against the back of a bakery, loving the smell of the wet bricks in the small drizzle of the rain. I was escaping my reality again, letting my senses succumb in the abyss of the falling rain. The only thing that mattered was the drip, drip, drip, of the rain. I didn't have to worry about where I would stay tonight or about what rich person I would steal from, none of it mattered. I was serene and peaceful for all of seven minutes. I opened my eyes to see the boy with the bright red jacket walking away from the front of the bakery. Nothing seemed out ordinary from the boys, except for the fact that when I turned around to the window above the brick I was leaning against, the window was fogged and it was obvious someone was watching me. The only thing left behing on the table was a piece of paper and a book. The most peculiar things to leave behind. With a new sense of my instincts being heigtened, I walk inside and pick up the paper and book non chalantly. I was attempting to leave but unfortunately my surname proceeds me. The last thing I remember before the rusted silver chains bound my petite hands together was, the name on the paper, Enjolras.
