Disclaimer: I do not own Les Misérables or any of the books mentioned.

Winter of 1832-Paris, France

"Merci monsieur." A raven haired girl thanked as she pulled out money and placed it on the small counter. The bookstore owner handed the girl her book and some change, she smiled as she grabbed the book and money.

The girl was about to leave the shop, but she decided to browse a bit before she left. She scouted some more books she might like before heading out the door into the cold Paris afternoon.

Once she got outside, the girl saw a little boy with rags for clothes and dirt smeared on his face. He was pushed up against the side of a building to keep out of the cold winter afternoon. He was one of the many poor kids and adults who inhabited Paris she could tell. She had seen him many times before on her trips to the bookstore, she looked lost in thought for a moment as she looked at the little boy. she looked down at the palm of her hand, she still had the change in her hand from her book purchase. After a few more moments of thought she decided to walk over to the little boy.

"Bonjour." She smiled as she bent down to the boy's level, he looked scared of the girl.

"Don't be afraid I won't hurt you. Do you have mama or papa?" The girl asked, the little boy nodded. "Okay then here give this to your mama and papa." She smiled as she put the money into the little boy's hands.

"Merci mademoiselle!" He exclaimed as he ran off in a different direction, the girl smiled at the little boy's retreating figure.

She hated the fact that so many people starved on the streets of Paris, and the rich well-off people like her parents wouldn't cast a second glance at them dying on the street. She wanted to change that, she believed in equality to all, but of course no one would listen to her. She was nothing but a young woman. She got up from her spot and continued on her trek home.

She walked by many other people who were in the same situation as the boy, the scene nearly made her cry. A tug on her dress startled her, she looked down to see a woman with sunken cheeks her beady eyes looked up at the girl.

"Spare any change?" She asked.

"At the end of the day, we're another day colder!" Stated someone beside her.

The girl just pulled her dress from the woman as she ducked her head to avoid eye contact. She quickened her pace a little until she got on the main street to her house.

She clutched the novel closer to her cloaked body, as she pushed herself through the bitter cold of the winter afternoon. She looked around the street as she walked on, her blue eyes scanned the place. More people laid in the streets cold, begging for food or some money.

How could people be so cruel to their own fellow-man she asked herself.

She picked her pace up as she tried to get home as fast as possible, out of the cold and out of the sight of the madness before her. She bowed her head to escape the cold wind that stung her face, her cheeks and nose now a rosy red. She wasn't looking where she was walking and suddenly ran into someone knocking herself over into a pile of snow in the process.

"Pardon moi." The girl apologized as she looked at the man she bumped into. "Sorry about that, I wasn't looking where I was going."

"No it was my fault as well mademoiselle." He smiled his blue eyes gleaming, he offered the girl his hand.

"Merci." The girl thanked as she took a hold of his hand.

The man bent over to his left and picked up the book the girl had dropped. He dusted the snow off the cover to prevent the water from damaging the book.

"This is yours." He smiled handing over the book to the girl. He looked down at the cover, and began to laugh. "Pride and Prejudice? Good read?" He laughed.

"I just got it, before I ran into you." The girl numbly said, her face emotionless grabbing the book from the man's hand. "It's an older book, but I quite like older books." She smiled.

"Mademoiselle, may I ask you what is your name?" The man asked bowing. He wore a red jacket embroidered with a gold trimming, with a black tie around his collar and long black pants. His cheeks were rosy just like the girl's due to the cold wind.

"Now why on Earth would I tell a stranger my name, before he tells me his." She smirked as the wind blew in her pale face.

"The name is Enjolras, now mademoiselle what is yours?" He asked grabbing the girl's hand in his and kissing her pale hand, the wind blew his curly blonde hair in his face.

The girl pulled her hand back and brushed by Enjolras as she continued walking along the cobble stone street.

"Excuse moi, I am late." She stated as she walked along the snowy street her sapphire blue dress brushed against the snow covered ground as she walked by the man.

"You still never told me your name." Enjolras called out to her, she stopped and turned to face him.

"Maybe you'll find out tomorrow." She smiled, and as quickly as she ran into him she ran off down the street disappearing into the snowy sky of the Paris afternoon. He smiled to himself, thinking about the girl as he watched her figure run away into the distance.

Oh I definitely will find out tomorrow he said smiling to himself.

He to walked in the opposite direction of the girl into the snow filled streets of Paris. He as well was late, he hurried off to meet up with his friend Marius.