"Eponine!" Cosette calls, snapping Eponine out of her thoughts. "Could you please wait on those costumers that just came in? They're at table three."
"Ok." Eponine worked as a waitress at a local diner/café. She and Cosette were good friends, but Eponine couldn't understand why Cosette had to be so cheery. All the time. Cosette always had her hair and makeup done perfectly, and always wore in-style clothes. Her hair was golden, and her eyes a clear, baby blue. Eponine had brown hair and eyes, and wore her long, slightly curly hair in a loose ponytail. She hardly ever went anywhere without a tee-shirt, ripped jeans, and her favorite shoes, black converse. But she at least made sure the jeans she wore to work weren't ripped.
Eponine walked over to the table. There were about ten guys around her age sitting there.
"Are we ready to order?"
"Yes, I'll just have a coffee please." Piercing blue eyes looked up at her after scanning the menu.
"Um, I will have the pancakes, please." Eponine turned to look at warm hazel eyes, auburn hair, and freckles.
"Marius, it's almost twelve-o-clock."
"Yeah, but it says that they serve breakfast all day, Enj," Marius replied.
The boy with piercing blue eyes and thick, curly, gold locks rolled his eyes a little bit, then said "Ok, do what you want." The others ordered and Eponine went to take the orders back to the kitchen. She saw Cosette walk over to the table and fill the cups with coffee. Eponine had never seen anybody look at someone the way Marius looked at Cosette. He was just talking with one of the boys when he heard her filling the coffee cups, so he turned around and his eyes immediately widened and filled with awe. He didn't take his eyes off of her until she disappeared behind the kitchen doors. Eponine had always wished someone would look at her like that, but deep inside she knew that no one ever would. The orders were ready, so she brought them out. She walked away, overhearing Marius talk about Cosette. But she didn't notice Enjolras glance after her.
Later that day, Cosette and Eponine were leaving and locking up. The manager was gone, so he had given the key with Eponine and left her in charge. "That one boy, Marius, really seemed to be taken with you," Eponine said as they were walking out to the parking lot.
"Oh, I don't think he really liked me that much," Cosette replied, blushing.
"Did you see his face when he first saw you?! His eyes were glued to you every second you were out there."
"Well, maybe he did." Cosette smiled a little, blushing even more. "But that other boy, the one wearing the red shirt, was looking at you." Cosette grinned.
"Now that I can confirm as a no. He was only looking at me because I was the waitress."
"Riiight."
Eponine rolled her eyes. "Do you really believe that anybody would ever look at me like that?"
"Eponine! Don't be silly! Of course! You're very pretty."
"Well, thanks." But Eponine didn't really believe it. She knew better. She wasn't anything like Cosette, and never would be. Her little gray pickup truck looked pathetic next to Cosette's sleek red Convertible.
"See you tomorrow, 'Ponine."
"Good night."