Author's Note: I am so sorry, oh my God. School has been kicking my butt and I am so sorry for not updating! However, do to this "polar vortex" thing, I have off of school 'til next Tuesday, so hopefully I'll be updating a bit til then. This chapter is Enjolras and it's kind of short so sorry about that. Any way tell me what you think! Thanks for reading :D
The moment Enjolras stepped into the loud café Musain he felt as though the wind had been knocked out of him. He saw a group of semi-familiar men gathered together, talking quite loudly to one another and staring at a couple a few tables away. Enjolras had seen the group before, the Les Amis he believed, but he had never before laid eyes on the woman in a Musain uniform, talking amiably with a member of the Les Amis.
Enjolras stood paralyzed in the doorway, unable to do anything but stare at her. He had never before noticed women as anything but human, but this woman, she was…otherworldly. Enjolras had heard love struck men compare their loves to goddesses and deemed it ridiculous. But now, now he seemed to understand.
She wasn't beautiful by society's standards. No, she was too skinny and looked too tired. Her eyes had permanent bags under them and she wore little to no make up. But she was still beautiful. Her smile was genuine and bright and seemed too big for her face. Her brown eyes shone with a twinkle like the stars in the sky. She was something to behold.
The woman laughed loudly at something her partner said and the melodic sound knocked Enjolras out of his reverie. He shook his head and walked towards the counter. The cashier had to ask him twice what he wanted to order because he still seemed to be in a daze. He ordered a simple black coffee and stalked towards an empty table in the corner. He pulled out one of his many novels from his messenger bag and tried his best to read it.
He couldn't get past the first sentence due to the seemingly never ending sound of her laughter. The more Enjolras tried to concentrate the more he couldn't.
He tried not to notice the way her eyes brightened in that fools presence. He tried in vain to ignore the way her smile seemed to brighten the entire room. He attempted not to see the way she wore her heart on her sleeve and definitely ignored the how her eyes were an open book.
Needless to say, his futile attempt to ignore her did not work. In fact, the effect it had was the exact opposite. Instead, he become hyper aware of her presence. He tried to turn away, to think of anything but her, but failed. Finally, knowing there wasn't much of an option, Enjolras pulled his sketchpad from the bag along with a pencil. He might as well put his inability to focus on anything but her to something of good use. So, he began to draw her.
Enjolras was engrossed in his sketch. He tried his absolute best to capture every little detail. The tilt of her smile, the dimples that never seemed to go away. It wasn't until he received a text that he realized what time it was. He had to be at an important meeting for his father's campaign in five minutes! Enjolras hurriedly finished his coffee and began packing his things, his mind still focused on barely anything but her. He quickly exited the Musain and forced himself to rid himself of the thought of her. He didn't even know her name! He knew he never stood a chance regardless, so he made a pact to do his very best to forget he ever saw her.
Enjolras stepped out into the rainy afternoon and went on his way.
He did not notice that he forgot his notebook.