Sitting in the cafe, Enjolras hurriedly discussed with Courfeyrac and Combeferre regarding the preparations for the following day. During General Lamarque's funeral, they would finally do it. The barricades would arise. They would be heroes. That was the plan.
Busy with preparations, he hardly could notice anything above the buzz of his thoughts. After working for who knows how long, everyone else in the cafe had left. He stayed to finish preparations in the dim light of one singular candle on the table. The only sound was pen on paper. Then, the one woman who would capture his attention entered the room as her footsteps creaked on the floorboards. He looked up momentarily, smiled, and then looked down once more.
"Hello, monsignor," Eponine said smiling down at the man sitting in an old chair at an old wooden table.
"Hello, Eponine."
She immediately noticed his mood.
"What's the matter?" She asked, concerned.
"There's just so much work to do and I just can't do this all by myself. It's not easy and there's all this planning and-"
She cut him off with a kiss. It was a passionate kiss. He smiled as his tense shoulders relaxed and his face softened. He slowly arose from the chair as his arms snaked their way around her waist. Eponine was the first to pull away. She spoke.
"I may not be the smartest, or greatest, woman you know, but I promise to do whatever I can to help you."
He smiled.
"I love you Eponine Thenardier. You are the greatest woman I have ever met, and I don't even know how I got so lucky to even have the chance to see your beautiful face. Thank you for being you," he finished with a smile full of love and adoration.
"I don't really know who else to be," Eponine said while laughing. Then Enjolras laughed.
Then their laughter filled the empty cafe as the single candle on the table burned softly in the darkness.
