"Fifteen minutes?" Eponine thinks, even as she takes the stairs a couple at a time. She breaks into another grin though as she remembers the place close by. She's stood a couple of nights with her hands pressed against the windows, just drooling over the clothes at the window.

She recites the address quickly to Joss, and, as soon as she's out of the hotel, sets off at a run. Eponine runs a lot, dodging through the crowds jostling on their evening commute, until she arrives at the top of the street where the boutique is.

She hopes Joss has kept up.

"Come on, come on!" she calls. "It's over here!" She points at a shabby looking boutique, badly in need of a touch up on it's teal paint, just down the street. "Come on!" She sounds like a child.