Eponine Thenardier was a simple girl who lived a simple life. Well, simple to her. Every day included the same routine, with very minor changes if any at all. She'd awaken early in the morning to ready her siblings for school, before then taking them. For the remainder of the day she'd be working her job at the Musain. A major low-point of coming from a poor family included the young lady having to leave school to get a job. But hey, It paid the bills. And besides, there was one good point to the job. Every day with out fail, at around half past 3, a group of young men -no older than 19- would storm into the cafe, loud laughter echoing throughout the room. No matter how foul a day Eponine was having, the mere sight of them would cheer her up . And then eventually after her first few weeks of working there, the group began to talk to her every so often. Not quite a friendship, but a friendly acquaintanceship. Which was enough for the young Thenardier. She never really expected to be accepted into the group. It seemed much like a family, all of them close, always happy in each others presence. Oh how she envied them.

Throwing her head back, shaking off a fair bit of rain firstly, Eponine wrapped the hair band around her bunched hair, pushing it up into a rather make-shift bun. Her shift had just begun and she never made too much of an effort for work anyway, especially when it was raining and any attempts of doing up would be simply washed away by the rain. After she had then shrugged off the jacket that was hanging on her shoulders -loosely at that-, she wrapped the sky blue apron on, tieing the strings around her waist with delicacy. Then suddenly a voice called out from a couch across the other side of the room.

"Eponine, Is it?" The gentleman called, placing down the book which she presumed he had had little interest in anyway. This was the man who always seemed to catch Eponines eye just a little bit more than the other lads. He was early today though, it was barely 10am. Just as she was about to ask him why he was in-fact here, the boy- Marius, she recalls him being called- bombarded her with yet enough question. "Ah yes, your tag says so. Would you mind taking our orders?" Marius asked, voice practically seething with politeness as he smiled at her, persuading. It was then that the word our struck her. "You're here with someone?" She questioned, peering over his shoulder to see if any one was sat besides him. It was then that a fine looking lady appeared through the entryway, long blonde hair majestically cascading down one side of her flawless face, expensive looking dress trailing behind her.

Eponine shrunk on her spot. It was ridiculous, really, how the simple look of this woman made her feel extremely small. This person obviously was wealthy and came from a family of high importance, quite the opposite to the Thenardiers. Unfortunately though, this girl would be who was joining dear Marius. It wasn't Eponine's place to become jealous, Marius was never hers nor ever would be. She would forever be the waitress who simply hangs around for a chat every now and then. She wasn't of any significance, and never would be. At least not to any of the Les Amis.