Les Mizerables. Numero Un. Kozi ran a hand through his already messed-up hair, sighing. He'd been travelling for a day and half a night, and it had definitely taken its toll on him. Dark shadows were visible beneath his eyes, he was pale from lack of sleep and proper food, and he was going to start screaming if he didn;t get a cigarette soon. But it was over now, at least; he was in his hotel, in Paris. Why was he there? Well, because someone he cared for and yet hadn't talked to in months had suddenly called and asked him to come to Paris on short notice. Obviously. "Ah...your room key, sir. Room 305. Hope you enLes Mizerables. Numero Un.
