*A/N: So, even though it says it's with an optional bias, I hope you all picture this guy^

Because a French HoboMyun is, let's face it, pretty irresistible. :P

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It's a dark, rainy night. A period when the ladies don hats, and the men walk in broad daylight in crisp suits and shiny boots. Diamonds dangle from the ears of the ladies, crystals decorate their necks, and the men enjoy cigars and whiskey. Money is never an issue. 

They all see him every night and day, but never bother to remember his face. They never look at him twice. 

He is one of them, yet an ugly outcast. He sees them all in their drunken and sober glory, and sometimes, he wishes to be a part of it all. But most of the times, he just thanks his lucky stars—if there are any in his world—that he isn't caught up in the mess that's lurking in the undercurrent. 

So everyday, he walks the streets—hugging his tattered coat in this weather—and every night, he comes back to sit under the same lamppost. 

And he watches them. 

There's always a ray of hope in his eyes, even when the Gods turn their backs against him. Even when he has nowhere to go but that lamppost on a cold and rainy night like this. He still believes it's not the end yet. 

So he pulls his hat lower, shoves his hands in the pockets of his cheap coat, and watches the rich and the famous walk past him.  

It's a night like any other: bright lights of the Moulin Rouge fill his vision, the sound of clicking heels of the gentlewomen fills his ears, and his wish for a better tomorrow fills his heart. The only things that stands out tonight is the too pale moon, against which, the raindrops look almost threatening. 

Some nights, he thinks, the temptation to give in to his darker side is just too much. Especially on nights like these. 

And now he wants to give up. 

But then he sees her making her way down the pavement he's sitting on. Her little umbrella upright and not resting on her shoulder like everybody else's, her ears only decorated with two small pearls, and her neck bare. 

She's dressed like every other woman that's passed him by tonight. And yet, there is something different about her. Her clothes look expensive, but worn out. He