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“Excusez-moi!" Feet hurry to catch up, his bag jostling at his side as he reaches out to gently catch the elbow of the man in front of him. Once he has his attention, Yancy flashes a broad, if a bit sheepish smile—- he hates to touch uninvited. But he lifts his hand to show the wallet he holds, offering it to the stranger. “Excusez-moi, I’m sorry—— You dropped this.”

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        ”Quoi—–“

                  The purposeful pace of his stride halts,
                momentum sending him into a turn that
                would’ve  tripped him  had Enjolras  not
                found his balance.  For a moment, there
                is mild alarm,  unsure of what to expect.
                Eyes  dart from  the stranger’s  face  his
                his hands before comprehension dawns.

                                               ”Merci! I didn’t even realize.
                                           Monsieur, did you see how it fell?“