Getting on the bike, he looked at the busy streets of the French Quarter for a second. The people laughing and the music always managed to make him smile after a long day of work. He drove for a couple of minutes until he arrived at a small apartment and parked the bike right in front of it, not minding the confetti and beer bottles spread on the street, he just really wanted to sleep. Tomorrow he had an early shift at the Rousseau's again, and he didn't want to look like a zombie in the morning.
