Feuilly was not having a good day.
He had overslept that morning, which made him late to work (which he really couldn't afford to be) he didn't have time to eat breakfast, so he was really hungry, he left his jacket at home and he was seriously freezing, and all he really wanted to do was curl up on his couch and sleep. But, of course, he couldn't because there was another meeting tonight.
Feuilly sighed, pushing open the doors to the Musain, really hoping that tonight would just be a peaceful meeting. He shook off some of the snow that had just started falling and then froze.
He had just stumbled upon one of the most beautiful girls he'd ever seen.
Now, Musichetta and Cosette came often enough (it was rare that they weren't at a meeting), but this girl was just stunning.
She had long black hair, tan skin, and, as far as he could tell, brown eyes. She was wearing worn down jeans, an oversized sweatshirt, dirty sneakers, and tons of bracelets. She seemed to be sticking close to Marius, but she was talking to Musichetta and Cosette with a small, hesitant smile on her face.
Feuilly didn't know who she was but, God, did he want to.
"Dude, the meeting's already started!" Bahorel shouted, snapping him out of his trance. Feuilly ran a hand through his already messy hair and attempted to walk casually to the little corner where they claimed every week.
It doesn't work.
Feuilly just so happens to completely miss the one empty coffee cup in his way. So, of course, he ends up tripping and landing on his face, earning laughter from Bahorel, Courfeyrac, Bossuet, and Grantaire, concerned questions from Joly, Jehan, and Cosette, and strange looks from Éponine and Enjolras. They rest of them were trying to look concerned while stifling their giggles.
He groaned internally.
No, it was definitely not Feuilly's day.
