NOTE: Hi guys! Please keep in mind while reading this that it takes place on modern Paris (not putting a date because i hate when authors do that, except if it has an specific era or decade). I know (or at least I think I do) how to write in English, whoever if you see a mistake please let me know for my native language isn't English.
*Grantaire is a woman on this fanfic*
Enjolas was walking to Café Musain thinking of his girlfriend Grantaire, how things were getting much too out of control and intense for his taste. Last night alone he has been studying for his exam this upcoming week when she entered his room, with who-knows key he might add, and started complaining how they never had time to be together. When he explained he was busy she then complained how he was not interested in their relationship and if he wanted he should end it. The woman was clingy to put it mildly. And he would have told her to continue her life without him if it wasn't that when he looked her in the eye he saw she had them filled with concern he might. He then, much obliged, told her to stay the night. And what a night indeed. Enjolas had forgotten how he could barely sleep with someone on the other side of the bed, much less someone constantly throwing themselves at him while on their sleep.
He was now a block away from his destiny when he hit something, or had it hit him? It was a not very tall boy wearing a hat that conceived his eyes. He then noticed the boy was dressed in old, thin clothes and a pair of hole-filled gloves, not very appropriate attire for winter.
"I am sorry" Enjolas said, feeling sorry for the creature. "I am sure it was my-"
The boy cut him up raising his hand. He nodded to the floor, still not letting Enjolas get a look at his face and then was gone.
Enjolas felt bad, that poor boy must have had thought of him as a good for nothing with designer clothes, he would have offered some money to the boy if he had let him. But he could do nothing now.
He then entered the café and was about to pay for it when he noticed he did not have his wallet with him. Had he left it on the apartment? No, he was sure he had it this morning. Maybe-.
The boy.
That thief. He should have know. How much has it been since their encounter? Ten minutes at the most?
He left the café with the determination of finding that boy and make him not only return what was not his, but apologize. He looked in the sea of people but could not place the boy. He then asked strangers, but none have seen the person he described.
Defeated he then realized his classes started on half and hour and, thanks to that rat, had to walk twenty-two blocks to college.
His night had not been so terrible after all.
Éponine could not believe her luck. She had stashed twelve wallets! And most of them had a high amount of cash. Yes, her father would finally be pleased with her work.
She felt sorry for that young man with the blond locks. He even apologized! Ha! Poor thing did not see what hit him. Literally.
She was good, better than she wanted to be. But this was how life was, hard and with no compassion. It was stealing or not eating at all and Éponine did not like to starve, it was hard to fight people when you had no energy to protect yourself.
As she lined the wallets on the floor of her apartment another young man came to her mind. Marcus.
How foolish of her! He did not know of this side of Éponie; the thief side, her dark side. And he would be here soon!
She stood up to start picking each idem when she heard a knock on the door.
"'Ponine, are you ready?"
She cursed under her breath. He was early! He was never early! Great day to be early, monsieur.
"Coming!" she said kicking everything under her bed.
"Éponine" said Marius hugging her once she opened the door, she returned the hug with all the delight in the world.
"'Ponine, I've met the most beautiful creature" at this words she broke the embrace to look him in the eye. Was he joking? Here he comes, hugging her like there is no care in the world to tell her he met a girl. "I still don't know her name, but I intend to find it" he continued with eyes full of hope. "Are you ready to go?" said Marius as if suddenly remembering the actual reason of why he was there.
Éponine continued to stare. She did not understand how she could be so stupid. Marius would never love her, never. And yet she hoped. Stop it!
"Actually" she said her voice raspy from the tears that will come. "I am sorry, I am not feeling well. Can we please postpone our lunch?"
Marius looked concerned for his friend and asked if he could do something to assist her, if only he knew. But when Éponine said it was only a headache and it will pass in time he agreed to leave. As soon as the door was closed the first tear made its way down her cheek, there were many more that night.