A/N: Review? Anyone? Does anyone like the story?

Marius decided to walk with Cosette around the streets of Paris. As they walked, they talked about various things. Cosette told Marius of her favorite birds that come by in the spring. Marius talked about politics. Cosette loved listening to the sound of his voice. They paused as they witnessed a beautiful sunset. Smiling at each other, Marius escorted Cosette back to her house. He didn't want her to be out in the dark.

Éponine had left, but not to follow Marius. Instead, she had just walked as she thought. While Marius usually took the main streets, Éponine preferred the back alleys. No one noticed her and she liked being unnoticed. As the day ended, the shadows grew. She didn't care, and just kept walking. Peeking out from a corner, she could see a rich man, with money in his pocket. She silently made her way through the shadows to the man.

The meeting ending and everyone started to leave. Enjolras was always the last to leave, surrounded by his work and notes. He packed up everything and started to leave when he heard a snore. Turning around, he saw Grantaire drunk and asleep. Sighing, Enjolras walked over to him. A part of him wanted to leave Grantaire like that, a consequence for being drunk every day. Yet the other part wanted Grantaire safe and not in trouble. Asleep in a café in a wooden chair wasn't the best situation to be in. Enjolras decided that it wouldn't be wise to leave Grantaire here. He was supposed to look out for his comrades, and leaving them drunk in a café wasn't the best example. Enjolras picked Grantaire up and supported him with Grantaire's arm over his shoulders.

Step by step, Enjolras managed to get Grantaire back to Grantaire's place. He crinkled his nose as they entered. Grantaire's place smelled awful, and was a complete mess. Enjolras focused on getting Grantaire into his room. He put Grantaire on his bed and threw a blanket over him. Pausing for a second, Enjolras left.

Éponine snuck up behind the rich man. She quickly pick pocketed him and got a few coins. As the man turned around, Éponine shrank back in the shadows. The man frowned and squinted towards her. When he took one step in her direction, she fled.

Éponine was too busy trying to get away from the man; she didn't see where she was going. She ran straight into a young man, and the coins went flying everywhere.

"Oh, I'm sorry," said the young man, who sounded rather familiar. He picked up the coins and handed them back to Éponine. Even though it was getting darker, there was still enough light to see their faces. "Wait a minute, aren't you Marius's friend?"

"Yeah," said Éponine, taking her coins. "I am." She looked into his face for the first time since running into him. "Aren't you the leader of the group?"

"Yeah. Are you coming to the meetings regularly?" he asked.

Éponine shrugged, "I mostly just follow Marius. What's your name again?"

"Enjolras."

"Well, nice to meet you, Enjolras. My name is Éponine. I must be going now." Éponine hurried off into the street once more.

Enjolras watched Éponine run away. He hoped she'll come back to the meetings. Maybe she'll be a permanent member of Les Amis de l'ABC.