AN: Thank you for your nice reviews! Sorry for the delay but I wrote three tests this week. And you probably know how hard it is to translate everything in another language.

Immediately after school Éponine went home with Musichetta. In their shared flat, Éponine dropped onto her bed. "Eppy, if you go out tonight, you should dress up!" Musichetta said while inspecting Éponine's closet.

"We only go to a karaoke bar."

"Still" Musichetta protested. "You'll stand in front of a small audience and you want to make a good impression!"

Éponine, meanwhile, dressed in her unicorn slippers. "Seriously?" She heard her roommate cry.

"What?"

"You don't own chic clothes?"

"Well, I'm not the type that often dresses up nicely..."

"A little black dress is a must!" Musichetta pulled Éponine to her wardrobe.

"Here, take an example!", she exclaimed.

Musichetta's clothes in the wardrobe were sorted by color, shirts, pullovers, jeans, skirts, dresses and so on. On the other hand, in Éponine's wardrobe, the clothes were wildly mixed up, where there was space.

"For today, you can borrow something from me." Musichetta pulled a white blouse and dark shorts out of the closet. "How about that?"

"You know it's February?" Éponine said irritated.

After a few minutes Éponine came back wearing the clothes Musichetta borrowed her. "Perfect! Now you just need matching shoes!"

Musichetta searched through her shoe collection and gave Éponine a pair of black platform high heels. "They're too high! I can't walk on these!" Éponine exclaimed.

"You'll learn it."

Éponine sat down on her bed and tried the shoes on. Her roommate helped her get up. "So?"

"I think it's okay."

She walked through the room to test the high heels until she was used to the height. Musichetta looked at Éponine's outfit and muttered, "Something's missing..."

Then she got nail polish in red and began to paint her friend's fingernails. "You have to let it dry for a few minutes." She said when she finished. "Now I'll do your hair and then we'll put some make up on!"

"Must that really be?" Éponine asked a little annoyed.

"Well, Bossuet and Joly don't care when I'm unadorned" Musichetta answered. "But with you it's something else. I know what normal boys want."

Éponine laughed. "So Joly and Bossuet are not normal?"

"Do you really think they're normal?"

After one hour Éponine was finished with her routine. "Tomorrow we have to go shopping for you." Musichetta looked at her watch. "What? It's already 3 pm! Sorry Ep, I must go. Have fun tonight! Ciao!" Musichetta said before she went to her date with Joly and Bossuet.

"Bye!"

Éponine took her cell phone out of her pocket to text Grantaire. "Musichetta played stylist and gave me a new appearance."

After a few seconds Grantaire wrote her back. "Send me a photo!"

"Sorry, but that's a surprise!"

After that came nothing first. Instead, surprisingly, a message from Enjolras came: "Shall I pick you up at your home?"

"If you can."

"Where do you live?"

"Apartment 47 in the student hostel"

"Okay, I'll pick you up at half past eight."

In the meantime Éponine practised walking in the high heels. When she could walk on it, she continued reading in her book, which she got from Courfeyrac for her birthday. Suddenly the doorbell rang. Before she opened the door she briefly looked into the mirror. Enjolras was standing at the door. "Hey, is Éponine..." His voice drifted off as he looked at her more closely.

"She's standing right in front of you!" Éponine chuckled.

It was no wonder he didn't recognize her at first sight. Considering that she was wearing a gray hoodie and destroyed jeans in combination with black boots the same morning, she had undergone a major change. Now she was wearing a white, semi-transparent lace blouse, very dark blue, almost black high-waist shorts, black tights and black platform high heels. To this she wore lipgloss in rose, matching eyeshadow, black mascara and red nail polish. Her chocolate-brown hair fell slightly curled over her shoulders.

"I didn't recognize you at all!" Enjolras stammered.

"Musichetta gave me a new look."

Enjolras nodded.

"Don't you like it?" She asked worried.

"Yes, I do!" Enjolras protested. "You look beautiful." He then added.

"Thank you." Éponine looked down to hide her blushing cheeks. "Come in!"

Enjolras sat down on the couch. "Coffee?" Éponine asked.

"If it doesn't make any circumstances."

"Not at all!"

"Then I'd like one."

"Black?"

"Yes."

While Éponine made the coffee for Enjolras and a cappuccino for herself, she asked, "How did you come here so fast? It's not even quarter past eight."

"Rather early than too late. I hope I didn't bother you."

"Never."

"I live in apartment 46 and therefore the way wasn't so far."

"I didn't know you live here, too." Éponine commented as she served up his coffee.

"Then you know it now." Enjolras answered, sipping on his coffee.

"Do you know where exactly this karaoke bar is?"

Enjolras shook his head. "No. I hope Grantaire or my navigation device knows."

"Will you sing, too?" Éponine teased.

"Believe me, no one wants to hear me sing."

"Why?"

"I can't sing and my singing voice is catastrophic."

"Okay, now you're exaggerating!"

"It's just the truth."

"I only believe it if I have convinced myself."

"Do you want me to sing now?"

Éponine shrugged. "Why not? There's no one here but us. Musichetta is on a date and we are alone."

"Sooner or later you'll hear me sing. But I have to warn you in time that you can still buy earplugs." He grinned.

Éponine nudged him in the arm. "It can't be so bad!"

After they drank up their cups, Éponine asked, "Is it cold outside?"

"A little bit. You should take a jacket with you."

"This one?" Éponine showed Enjolras a knee-lenght red coat. Enjolras nodded approvingly.

"It also matches your nails."

Éponine put on the coat and went out with Enjolras. It was quite cold. "In my car, it's warmer." Enjolras said, looking for his keys in the jacket pocket.

Éponine tried to guess his car on the parking spot of the student residence. "The black Mercedes?"

"No."

"The yellow Lamborghini?"

"No."

"Hm..."

Enjolras walked over to a red Ferrari. "This prime specimen here."

"Really? The Magnum-car?" Éponine asked surprised. She has never seen such a car live. Only on TV and in magazines.

Enjolras laughed at her facial expression and whipped out his car key. "Hop in!"

Éponine carefully got in. "I don't want to break something!" Éponine exclaimed anxious.

"I'm more worried that R and Courf scrap my car."

"Oh, yes!" Éponine laughed.

Before Enjolras drove off, he turned on the radio. "You can hear what you want. But please no classical music!"

"Okay ... Coldplay? One Republic?"

"What you want."

Éponine searched through all the songs that Enjolras' Autoradio had to offer. "You like musicals?" She asked surprised as she came across a Wicked Playlist.

"It depends on which."

"Wicked?"

Enjolras shrugged. Éponine then played "Defying Gravity". After a while she noticed that she was singing softly and stopped immediately. Enjolras looked at her. "Sorry," muttered Éponine.

"No, that sounds good."

Éponine thought she had heard wrongly: already the second compliment of the marble man today!

"Thank you, but I save my voice for later."

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