A/N: Hello! I'm back! Pretty fast too. I mean, considering it being me. I was very, very happy with the response I got for this. Seriously, when I woke up and opened up my email, I was shocked. Thank you guys.

Hope you enjoy this chapter, no romance yet guys, we're taking it slow with this one. You'll have to keep reading! Oh, and my writing hasn't gotten better since yesterday so ... yeah. ONE MORE THING! Sorry for misspelling and grammar mistakes, I'm not exactly known for my wonderful spelling and grammar.

Disclaimer: I do not own Les Miserables. If I did, would I really be writing this? Really? Really?

It's Grantaire that starts the conversation. Curiosity must have finally gotten to him.

"Hey Marius. Who's that?" Grantaire gestures to the girl sitting by the window. She doesn't seem to notice them talking about her.

Marius looks behind him, as if he had no idea who they were talking of. Only when he saw whom they were speaking of, did he realise it was his shadow they were asking about. "Oh. That's Eponine." Not explaining any further about the girl.

"Eponine? What a lovely name for a lovely girl." Grantaire grinned, "You know that she's absolutely head over heals for you right?"

"What?" Marius snorts, "She's just a good friend of mine is all."

"Then why does she always come here with you?" Combeferre jumps in. Everybody's listening now, apparently Enjolras wasn't the only one that wanted to know about this girl. The girl, now known as Eponine, seemed like she was still unaware that they were talking about her, even though the boys had started to hover around Marius, and they weren't exactly being quiet.

Before Marius could answer the questions everyone was spewing at him, Grantaire smirked and stopped everyone from speaking. "Oh. I get it. You're just sleeping with her and-"

"What? No! She's JUST a friend."

"Well she's pretty into you."

Then, all eyes were on Grantaire as he stood up. They all stared, waiting for what he was about to do. He wiped his hands on his jeans and walked towards Eponine. "Grantaire. Man, what are you doing?"

"Just getting aquatinted with the lovely lady." He winks, and then continues walking. He arrives at Eponine's table, but she's too engrossed in her book that she doesn't realise Grantaire practically hovering over her. He waited, to see if she would notice, but nothing seemed to make this girl notice.

He gave up. "Hello." He bared a toothy grin. The other boys were sniggering behind him, watching him make a fool of himself yet again. When Eponine finally realise Grantaire's presence, she froze. So shocked she almost fell out of her seat. She looked back at the other boys and saw Marius, face red with embarrassment. She thinks that it must be some sort of prank they have decided to pull on her. All the times she's been coming here with Marius, never had they once talked to her, or even ask her name. Though, the one that donned a red chequered shirt would catch her eye once in a while. She looked over to see if he was looking, and of course, he was. Waiting, just like all the rest, waiting for her reaction.

"Uh. Hello." She finally replies.

"AH! She speaks!" Grantaire shouts, alarming the whole coffee shop. A blush then grows on Eponine's cheeks, she wasn't used to attention. She's used to being the shadow, the invisible girl. "I thought you'd never answer. Thought you'd embarrass me in front of my friends."

She then laughs, which makes Grantaire's smile even wider, if that were possible. "I don't think you need me to help you with that." She whispers, but the next thing that happens indicated that it could be heard.

And with that, the gang of boys burst into a laughing fit. Eponine looked up, they were all laughing, even the one in the red chequered shirt snuck in a slight laugh or two. The blush on her cheeks grew redder. She looked over to the boy that stood next to her to make sure that he wasn't too embarrassed at what she had just said, she didn't mean to say anything that could have hurt his feelings. However, he seemed to be laughing just as much, maybe even more, than his fellow friends. She felt slightly relieved at his reaction.

"Marius! Where did you find this girl? She's amazing!" Joly said in-between laughs "even Enjolras is laughing." Eponine saw whom he was referring to; it was the red chequered shirt guy. So that's his name, she thought.

"I like a quick witted response." Enjolras snaps, as if defending himself, as if laughing was the worse thing he could possibly do.

"Sit with us m'lady." Grantaire bows, causing Eponine to blush some more.

"Thank you" She nods "but it's fine, I don't want to bother you."

"Bothering us? Oh but you won't be bothering us at all!" Grantaire, carefully yet forcefully, grabs her arm and drags her towards the their table. He pulls out a chair and mockingly wipes it 'clean' "A chair for you m'lady." Then lets her sit. Now all eyes were on her. Eponine couldn't help but look down to avoid their glaring eyes; they all stared as if they were waiting for her to do something radical. She supposed they expected her to explode or something, something out of the ordinary. Then again, this day was getting stranger and stranger by the second.

Grantaire claps his hands and then placed one on Eponine's shoulder. "Alright. Eponine, time for you to meet everyone." He gestured to the first person next to him, and then worked his way around, naming each person until he ended back where he started "Let's start here. That's Joly, he's a medical student, always cheerful, also a hypochondriac. Oh, he's also my roommate." Joly smiled and gave a small 'hello'. Eponine was about to reply when Grantaire quickly moved on to the next person, "that's Feuilly, extremely nationalistic, I don't understand. Combeferre, can somehow put up with as his roommate, Enjolras everyday." A small, yet hesitant laugh arose among them, "Bahorel, he has quite the sense of humour, always has a good comeback, Bossuet, nice guy, but full of bad luck. " more laughter, "that there, is Jehan Prouvaire, now you watch out for him, he's one of those romantics. Courfeyrac, dear Marius's roommate and makes sure none of use kill each other." He hesitates when he comes across Marius, and then decides to skip him "Last but not least, the famous Enjolras. If you want to know more about him, you better go find out for yourself." Grantaire grins, satisfied with the work he has done. Eponine looked confused, still trying to remember everyone's faces and matching them with names and the little facts that were just said.

"Let's not forget you, Grantaire," Enjolras suddenly speaks up "Grantaire, resident fool, drunk more than eighty per cent of the time, lives in the moment, follows the cult that people call 'YOLO'" Laughter. More laughter. It didn't faze Grantaire, he knew what Enjolras said was true and he knew that Enjolras wasn't exactly his biggest fan.

"Tell us a bit about yourself then Eponine." Jehan says. Although Eponine nods, she wasn't quite sure what to say about herself. That she wasn't exactly wealthy, that her father is a crook and he didn't want her to go to college. The fact that she was in love with Marius, or … or …

"Well there's not much to say, really."

"Ah, don't lie. Anything's fine. The first thing that comes into your head."

"Well … my favourite colour is green." She shrugs. The boys laugh at Eponine's simple answer.

"Well, we have to start somewhere don't we."

A/N: Well, I was going to end with Eponine telling a little about herself, like her major, but I could not decide what subject she would be taking, so, does anyone have an suggestions? They are very much welcome!

Anyway, as I have previously said, I shall be taking this rather slowly. Also, once again, I have not read the book so I'm sorry if something is wrong or different, I truly am sorry.

Okay, until next time!