Once upon a time, there was a heavenly fast food joint. Its glorious name was Taco Bell. Among all of the busy bee workers, there was a girl named Eponine. She worked long hours to pay the bills.

Every day, Enjolras would come in. He was the chap that never shut up about revolutionary ideals and his love for France. To be quite honest, it really annoyed her. All he did was come in and sit at the table closest to the register she worked at with his laptop. Even though he frequented the place so often, he'd never had a taco in his life.

"Does he even like tacos? Is he a vegan?" All these questions ran through Eponine's head as she eyed him down from behind the register.

Sighing, she walked around the counter and up to the table, resting her palms on the edge. "Enjolras, right?"

The student glanced up from his laptop, barely acknowledging her with a nod. "And you're Eponine."

"Yup." A pause. "Don't you usually hang around Marius?"

He smirked at his laptop screen. "Don't you usually stalk Marius?"

A few moments of silence passed. Grunting angrily, Eponine stormed back to her register.

Just then, Marius walked through the door, a goofy grin plastered onto his face. "Hey, Eponine!"

She immediately blushed, feeling self conscious in her uniform. Her fingers tugged vigorously at her hair. "Marius!" she managed to sputter out. "What brings you to this side of town?"

"I-" Before he could finish his sentence, his eyes caught a sight across the lot in the McDonald's parking lot. "Is that Cosette's car?"

Eponine followed his gaze, and much to her dismay, it was. With a weary sigh, she choked out, "Yes."

Marius paused. "I'm sorry, I have to go. Talk to you later, 'Ponine!"

Eponine stared at her hands, and before she could look up and tell him it was okay, he was long gone to McDonald's. She could feel eyes staring at her- to her surprise, it was Enjolras.

"What. Are you expecting me to follow him?" She glowered at him. "Sorry, bud, I'm working."

"He shouldn't blow you off like that." He actually sounded vaguely angry.

"Can't talk, I'm on the clock," she sang.

He looked up from his laptop, arms folded over the table. "I can wait."

Eponine's eyebrow shot up. "I don't get off until ten." She glanced at the clock; it was only five.

A pause. "I don't have anywhere else to be."

A smile spread across her lips, and she gave a small nod. "I'd like that."

Enjolras gave no reply, but the look on his face said enough.

About an hour passed, and business had begun to slow. Eponine leaned across the counter curiously, eyeing the student who was still working tirelessly at his laptop. "Enjolras, are you a vegan?"

He glanced up, quirking an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"

She repeated herself with a little more gusto. "You know. A vegan."

"Heavens, no."

She went around the counter again, arms folded. "Then why don't you buy any tacos?"

He shuffled some of his papers around, and closed his laptop. "To be honest, I just don't like Mexican food."

"But... you're in Taco Bell."

"And your point?"

"You should try one." She sat her hands back on the table, leaning forward as if to challenge him.

"Oh?"

She nodded. "It's on me." Before he could protest, Eponine was skipping back around the counter and ordering him a taco.

"You really don't have to do that-"

"You've been here for hours. The least I can do is sell you something."

He grimaced, turning back to his laptop and flipping it back open. "Mexican food just isn't my thing. I don't-"

"Here you go." Eponine was already back in front of him with a cheeky smirk playing at her lips, dropping a wrapped up taco onto the table.

Before anyone could see anything coming, a wild Courfeyrac found his way into Taco Bell. Eponine turned around, and was about to greet him with a friendly Taco Bell employee smile, but he had another thing in mind.

BAM! He pushed Eponine into Enjolras' lap, and exclaimed overexcitedly, "Taco of love!"

"What the hell?" they both shouted in unison.

A few moments passed, and Courfeyrac busted up into laughter. "Sorry, 'Ponine. Sorry, Christophe."

"Christophe?" The cheeky smirk returned to Eponine's face as she slid off of his lap and into the space next to him.

Enjolras groaned. "We don't speak of that name."

"Okay... Christophe."

"Anyway!" Courfeyrac butted in. "Marius texted me and told me to meet him here."

"Dude," Eponine said with a roll of her eyes. "He was here, like, an hour ago."

"I know. I like being fashionably late to things. It keeps the ladies guessing."

A curious look came over Eponine's face. "Marius is a guy."

"Marius is a pansy," Courfeyrac corrected. "It's basically the same thing."