LIMERENCE ? Les Miserables ?

Rose went down the small and rotten stairs, the wood full of dark spots and the weight it had to endure ending in it making loud noises. She needed to go downstairs, since Lesgle spilled his drink everywhere and the young lady had the urge to clean it, not wanting to leave the place dirty.

The cafe was full with costumers, all were shouting for some more wine. Most had far too much alcohol and lost the ability to stand on their own feet. They danced around, stamping on the ground with their heavy boots, their rhythm not matching with the piano music. They laughed loudly, some men resting on their friends' lap.

"Ogh, Rose, sweetie. Could you please help me out over here, it is very busy today and I can't do this alone," the older woman who owned this place asked. She had her dark hazelnut hairs in a messy updo, binding them away from her face. Sweat stood on her forehead, it was obvious she had it very hard with fulfilling her costumers' wishes.

Rose nodded her head, agreeing to help her for as long as needed. The woman thanked her and gave her an apron, that she had to tie around her waist. The white fabric came as low as her brown dress, some small pockets for the money that she would receive for the wine she served.

"It's nothing hard to do, just ask them what they would like to have and come to me. I'll give you the desired wine," the woman explained, pointing at the place where she would stand. Rose understood her tasks and started helping the people.

She placed some men back on their chairs, catched a falling goblet and helped a woman who fainted. She walked around, to every person who screamed for her. Most of them knew her name, since they saw her there many times before. She was known as the new member of the Les Amis d'abc, but also for her kindness towards the beggars.

"Ogh come on petals, I am a great man!," the person stated while looking at her body, lust laying in his eyes.

"I am cleaning up your barf at this moment, you aren't as great as you think you are." Rose was done at his table and left to see why someone else raised his hand in the air. The dirty cloth with the awefull smell in a bucket filled with water. The man was too drunk to stop her from leaving him behind, his head layed on the wooden table and a loud snore escaped his lips. Rose woke him and lead him outside, telling him to go home and get some rest there. The cafe wasn't a sleeping place.

She went back inside, her back turned to the street. She wasn't able to see the people that walked behind her or entered the cafe the same time as her. A tall person followed her, taking place at a free table. He was alone, no person going to this place with him.

He snapped with his fingers, trying to catch the waitress' attention. But she first brought the drinks to the people beside him, smiling brightly at them and thanking them for the money they handed her. She then turned to the other costumer, her eyes went wide in shock when she saw his face. The person she hoped to leave her alone, she wished that she would never have to see again. Yet here he was, sitting at the table closest to the windows. Rose turned away from his, ready to run upstairs and hide in somebody's arms. But he grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer to him, not wanting her to leave.