Eponine was seriously regretting saying yes to Enjolras. They drove in an awkward silence all the way to her new home. It wasn't until they had gotten out of her car, and were making their way inside that he finally spoke to her.
"This is a pretty nice building." He almost muttered.
"Thanks! I think so! I'll warn you now though; my apartment isn't exactly in the best shape. The, uh, last owners didn't really love and cherish it."
He was glad she was so friendly and talkative. He chuckled and asked "Which room is the worst?"
"Oh, the bathroom by far! It's clean and everything but… well, you'll see."
Her apartment was on the third floor, at the very end of the hall. The hall ways were white and unwelcoming. As they walked in she was telling him about "the fantastic view of the Eiffel Tower" she was promised in the newspaper add. She danced across the room to the balcony, to point out the small shape in the distance that apparently was the famous tower.
"Holy Shit." Enjolras said sarcastically. "That is the most magical view I think I have ever seen. Like ever. You're practically living in the tower itself."
"I know!" She smirked, playing along. "It was really the view that sold me."
"Clearly." Enjolras looked around. It was a rather nice place. A pretty big living area, and the kitchen, though it wasn't extremely up to date, was clean and had matching appliances. The apartment was mainly empty, just paint cans and various painting supplies scattered around.
"So show me your wonderful washroom."
Eponine smile brightly and half ran down the hall. She waited for him, and throw open the door dramatically. Enjolras laughed loudly at the sight. It had pitch black walls, and an orange roof. He had to wonder what kind of strange people would think these were good colours for a bathroom, or any room for that matter. He glanced at her and it looked as though she was waiting for him to comment.
"Well.." He said still laughing. "It looks as if you've already finished this room. I see no room for improvement."
