A Franc or Two - Les Misérables [IN EDITING]

Floored - Chapter 27

Unlike he had promised, Enjolras didn't immediately explain to you who he was... in fact, it was sort of like a game to him— to see if you could remember on your own.

"That isn't fair," you said, simply walking beside him as he navigated toward the nearest hotel. "Oh, stop it! You're smirking!"

Enjolras— who was, in fact, wearing a smirk— looked to the floor, pretending to be interested in the snow with dozens of footsteps already in it.

"I'm not smirking," he said. "This is my normal face."

"Sure it is," you said, crossing your arms as you chuckled a little. "Were you just messing with me? I mean, I can't recall ever seeing you before today."

Enjolras was clearly trying to hide his snicker by coughing slightly.

"No, I can confidently assure you that we've met before," he said, keeping his gaze forward to keep from laughing. "But now I want to see how long it will take for you to remember."

You chuckled softly and rolled your eyes, trailing behind Enjolras as he turned a corner. You squinted a bit, since you were facing the sun (which was right in towards the end of setting) directly.

"At least give me a hint," you said. "I'm not going to remember if I have nothing to work off of."

You noticed that Enjolras slowed down just a little. He began to glance around, unable to keep focused on one spot, and he let out a soft chuckle as he shoved his hands into his pockets.

"Alright," he said. "Hmm... Well, earlier, I was trying to see if you would remember."

"Like you're doing right now?" you asked.

"Almost," he said. "But let's say I was a teenager when I met you... and I no longer go by the name I did before."

"Well, that doesn't help," you said. "Give me another hint."

"Christ," he said, running a hand through his hair and chuckling softly. He flinched a little as a snowflake blew into his eye. "Let me see..."

His attention to his surroundings seemed to peak a little, and he pointed over at the hotel buzzing with life.

"We met in there," he did. He let out a soft chuckle before leading you over to the building, a smile on his face the entire time he did so. "That's... oddly convenient. Ring a bell?"

Just as he said that, he opened the door for you, which made the bell resting on top of the door jingle just a little. You noticed Enjolras let out a soft chuckle.

His company seemed much more enjoyable when he had something to drink.

"Alright, here's a better hint," he spoke up suddenly. "According to you, I was 'uncultured swine,' as you put it."

It took a few more moments of memory-digging, although all of the sudden, it struck you.

"Mademoiselle, what's wrong?" a boy— you assumed he was bit older than you— asked.

His question had sprouted after he spotted you sitting outside of a hotel, back against the wall as you propped your legs up and buried into your face into knees.