This was the seventh time he'd seen her in the café Musain. She always came at the exact same time, 4:00 P.M., and always stayed until Marius left. Always, she stayed where Marius was … always. It was clear that her interest was only in Marius and not of the far greater matters that were discussed in the café. It only slightly annoyed him, after all, he hardly noticed what she did other than coming and leaving but he felt that she was holding up the progress. Progress, was very important.

"Enjolras?" A voice said by his side. "Have you been listening to anything that I have been saying?"

Enjolras turned his attention away from the girl and towards his friend, Combeferre. "I'm sorry?"

Combeferre raised an eyebrow. "Have you been … looking at that girl beside Marius?"

"I have been observing her." Enjolras said. "There is a difference. It just seems strange that she has come into the café every day this week and only stands beside Pontmercy."

"Why is that strange?" Combeferre asked, sitting back in his chair.

"Because most people that come in here want to help with our revolution." He eyed the drunk in the corner. "Or just drink themselves to sleep."

Combeferre chuckled. "Does it bother you that she comes in here and does not talk about the cause?"

Enjolras looked up at the red flag hanging on the wall. "Yes."

"Well, perhaps she is interested." Combeferre took off his glasses and started to clean them with the corner of his shirt. "Maybe, she is talking to Marius about it right now."

Enjolras straightened up in his chair. "I do not want anyone to talk to Pontmercy about the cause, he does not know a thing about it." He muttered under his breath, "Filthy Bonapartist."

"Enjolras!" Combeferre scolded, with a small smile on his face. "He still wants to see change in France and he is still willing to fight for it."

"But for the wrong reasons." Enjolras countered. "Anyway, I do not want to talk about that right now, it just makes me angry. I think I will write this girl a letter."

"A letter?" Combeferre slipped his glasses back on. "Why are you going to write her a letter?"

Enjolras grabbed a blank sheet of paper and dipped his pen into ink. "I just want to know the reason she keeps coming in here, that is all. If she wants to know more about the revolution, then I shall inform her to ask someone other than Pontmercy."

Combeferre watched him write the word Citizen on the top of the paper. "How about you just go an ask her?"

Enjolras stopped writing but didn't look up. "I would rather write than talk to a …" He motioned to the girl.

"A woman, Enjolras. They are called women." Combeferre tried to hide a smile.

Enjolras ignored him and went back to his writing.

Citizen-

I have noticed your increased presence in the café over the past week and I am curious as to why that is. I have never seen you before the start of this week, and, while I am pleased by the addition to our cause, I'm not entirely sure that's why you keep coming.

If you are looking to join our revolution, then please inform me, but if not . . . well, I don't really know any other reason that you would be here.

Alright, well, I was going to stop my letter there, but . . . I'm just going to ask, do you come to the cafe just because of Pontmercy? Because if you do you should just stop now. Marius Pontmercy is an idiot Bonapartist who is too wrapped up in some other girl to care about anything else.

If Marius is not the reason you are coming to the Musain, then I stand corrected and I like you already.

If you do plan to join this cause, please state your name and political view. Oh, and if you have any medical illness. Joly wants to know, not me.

Vive la Révoltion!

-Enjolras

" 'If Marius is not the reason you are coming to the Musain, then I stand corrected and I like you already'?" Combeferre looked at Enjolras. " 'I like you already'? Interesting choice of words."

Enjolras shrugged. "I just want her to know that she is welcome and people usually do that by showing some form of mild compassion, yes?" Enjolras let the ink dry, then folded up the letter and handed it to Combeferre.

Combeferre looked at the letter and then back at Enjolras. "No. You are a grown man, give it to her yourself."

"The whole reason I wrote the letter was so that I would not have to interact." Enjolras stretched his hand out a little further.

Combeferre sighed and took the letter. "I'll give it to her when we leave."