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"Monsieur?"
Hmmm...
"Excusez-moi, monsieur?"
What... No...
"MONSIEUR GRANTAIRE!!!"
Not so loud... God, my head...
I sighed and capitulated. I attempted to open my eyes and recognize the person responsible for awakening against my will, yet my head was resolutely set against that move and made its disapproval known by an immediate, piercing ache in my temple.
"Monsieur Grantaire, are you awake?"
"No", I grunted, still not willing to let go of the comforting numbness of sleep.
"Monsieur, you're talking, so you're not sleeping anymore", the voice declared.
"Really?", I asked and tried once again to open my eyes, this time succeeding. The expected pain failed to appear and I identified the woman in front of me.
"Louison? What the...", I cursed, fairly confused.
"I'm sorry, but I have to ask you to leave the café. We're closing. Your friends already left hours ago."
My friends...
"Of course", I replied, "please excuse the inconvenience, Louison."
My attempt to get up was more than pitiful, and I sank back onto the chair again.
Louison looked at me frowning, and disappeared, only to return a short time later with a cup in her hand.
"There you go!"
"Coffee?" Discontented, I looked up at her.
"Yes, coffee." She replied, "I thought, it might do you good. I mean, in your present condition..."
"Oh, in my present condition? Ma chére, if I didn't know better, I would say you are worried about me."
I smiled and she blushed crimson.
"I...", she stuttered.
"Never mind", I said and my smile died.
You are the only one caring anyways, I added in my mind.
I took a sip of the coffee. Admittedly it had been a while since I last drank something that didn´t contain alcohol. But she was right, it did me good.
"This is not bad at all", I acknowledged and emptied the cup.
"Merci", she answered, visibly pleased and blushed again.
"Well, I think, I really should be going now, before you get in any trouble because of me."
Still not feeling very well, I got up from my chair and headed towards the exit.
"Oh, monsieur Grantaire?"
I turned around, looking at her enquiringly.
"I'm so sorry, I almost forgot, but one of your friends left a note for me to give you."
She pulled a piece of paper out of the pocket of her apron and handed it to me.
"For me? Who gave you this?"
"That… that tall, blonde young man…"
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