A Franc or Two - Les Misérables [IN EDITING]

Snow - Chapter 28

"You were Louis?" you blinked. Your lips broke into a smile as you recalled the fond memory, and as you both walked inside of the hotel, Enjolras was quick to realize that you had finally remembered. "I mean, you... look so much different."

"Funny, that's the first thing you point out," Enjolras chuckled, shaking his head in entertainment. "I'm surprised you didn't figure that out sooner. Did you even realize that I was from a rich family?"

You laughed softly.

"I mean, you weren't exactly secretive about it," you chuckled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "So I sort of made the assumption..."

Now that you were inside, he led you over to the counter from behind which a man sat. He looked vaguely familiar, but then again— it might have had something to do with the fact that you had definitely been sleeping around.

"Monsieur," Enjolras said. Thanks to the fact that nobody else in the lobby seemed to require assistance, Enjolras's comment made the man's eyebrows raise. He abruptly sat up in his seat and smiled over at Enjolras. The man got up to his feet, swiftly hid his half-empty bottle somewhere behind the counter, and rested his fists against the table.

"How may I help you?" he asked, smiling as his gaze went between you and Enjolras.

"We need a room," Enjolras said. The man locked eyes with you for a moment. He squinted slightly, and after a moment, he smiled as he stood up straight.

"You and your wife, I suppose?" he asked, brushing off his hands and returning his gaze to Enjolras. You felt yourself blush profusely.

"Oh, no," you said. "We're not... erhm, married."

The man chuckled and shook his head.

"Not married, eh?" he said, lowering his voice a little. "I mean, it's not in my place to judge, but I'll—"

"Oh, we're not... the room is just for her," Enjolras stated. The man across from you paused, then blushed, and apologized profusely for making the assumption.

He was quick to give you a room for the night... and, as a way to apologize profusely for the misunderstanding, he offered to pay for your first night.

"A pretty good deal, if you ask me," you smiled. At the moment, you were just buying the simple necessities— though it was quite late, that is. Walking side by side, the both of you were engaged in conversation, bathed in moonlight and blanketed with an occasional cold breeze. You saw snow continuing to pile up on the streets— if you glanced back, you noticed that many of your footsteps were completely white again.

"I mean, I'm definitely not complaining about that," he said, crossing his arms and smiling over at you. He continued to stroll forward as he glanced at a few of the snowmen left around the streets. "But you have to admit. That was definitely a bold assumption."

You had to give a chuckle, picking up a stringy, brown scarf and placing it back onto a lopsided snowman you were passing by. Enjolras waited for you.

"Do you even know who you're talking to?" you asked, smiling a little as you brushed off your hands. "Boldness is my middle name."

"Funny," Enjolras said with a small smile. He bent down to scoop up a handful of snow, and he began compacting it just a little. "I thought your middle name would be something more common."

"My name isn't '[Y/N] 'something-more-common' [L/N],'" you joked, simply watching as Enjolras added more snow to his snowball.