Enjolras brushed a sweaty blonde curl away from his face. It had been a hard day running around Paris keeping rack of his Les Amis de l'ABC boys. Most of them getting into trouble and ruining the professional reputation he had tried so hard to build. It was difficult running Les Amis, since nobody took them seriously. Everyone thought they just talked of revolution and freedom but were never going to act on these plans. They thought it was all for show, just immature rich schoolboys looking for a way to pass the time. But Enjolras knew that soon that would all change. The students were planning. And this time they would follow through and take action.

"Enjolras!" a chipper voice called at him from behind.

"Why, hello there Gavroche," Gavroche was the youngest of all the students. He was quite young not much older than twelve, he had charisma and cunning to spare. He even amazed Enjolras with his wit and bravery.

"Are we meeting today?" the young boy asked, excited to take part in the revolution.

"Yes, we'll meet in the usual spot at Café Musain," replied Enjolras, relieved that somebody showed some interest in moving forth with the revolution.

"Well I will see you later, but I have to go get my daily bread. Oh the life of a street urchin" Gavroche chuckled at his poor street life.

"Here take some money, you deserve a break from your life of crime!" Enjolras joked as he handed the boy some money.

"No I can't take your pity, I am perfectly fine on my own." Gavroche said puffing out his chest, to look bigger and prouder.

"Ok, sir run along and find your supper, I shall see you in a few hours." And with a wave Gavroche ran along down the muddy cobblestone road. Gavroche reminded Enjolras a lot of himself when he was young. Strong willed and brave, just like he was at twelve. Enjolras had always been cunning and driven, but sometimes he just needed to relax, something he was yet to master. The young man never took a break from directing Les Amis or planning a big strive for freedom.

Although Enjolras was handsome and daring, along with being the fancy of many beautiful girls, but he didn't notice this. He couldn't just take a break. And although he got quite a bit of flack from his mother for never having companion, he was happy. But he did get lonely. Those times when the students have all gone home or off to other bars to get even drunker, that's when he thought maybe he would be happy with someone to love and someone to love him in return. Enjolras stood there in the middle of street recalling how lonely he felt a few nights ago. After all his friends had left. Maybe it was time to take his mother's advice and find someone to keep him company. He quickly shook the thought, reminding himself that nothing can break his focus, and that his heart belonged to France and the revolution.

"Move boy!" Enjolras was shaken out of his trance by a shrill man's voice. Enjolras recognized the man, it was Thénardier, the town's biggest scoundrel. He was driving his cart pulled by a donkey through the busy streets not having much luck getting through the crowds of people.

"Why don't you lear-" Enjolras cut himself off before he started to curse at Thénardier. Why was he cut off? Well he saw a face he had seen once before. The face of the girl about his age riding on the cart. When he was quite young, she was familiar looking but he couldn't place her. All he knew was that this was not his first time seeing her, but she had changed. She was beautiful, that was undeniable. But she was very dirty, and this covered up her good looks. Enjolras leaped out of the way of the cart and it sped off as a very frustrated Thénardier cursed at him angrily. But all Enjolras could do was look at that beautiful familiar face.