Among the strangest things in his life, which to be honest were quite few as he would like to keep them, someone following him around and taking pictures of him as if he were an idol of some sort was the strangest. Nevertheless, he wanted to get down to the bottom line with his idolizer and had cited him to a small coffee shop near campus. One he knew the other knew since he had taken pictures of him both outside and in the shop.
But he was late. Needless to say of one who had no regards towards principles and rules. Enjolras was getting tired of waiting and the battery on his laptop was dying. If he was left with nothing to do and the oaf wasn't there yet, he would leave, he thought to himself. But a part of him knew he wouldn't, that he was as curious to find out more about this man as he was proud to be French.
Finally, to Enjolras' dismay, a very sluggish Grantaire sauntered in. Enjolras glared at him as he approached, to which Grantaire returned a brilliant smile. He sat down in front of En jolras and stared, blatantly stared.
"A greeting at least would be nice." Enjolras scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest. Grantaire snickered and ran a hand through his dark curls.
"Hello, I suppose."
"Good morning." Enjolras said in an exasperated tone. But how could he teach manners to one who was incorrigible? Enjolras did not know him but he knew enough. He had spoken to Jehan and to Bahorel, who knew him. He had observed him before around campus and many a-times clicked his tongue at his primitive behavior. "First of all. How did you obtain my phone number?"
"Jehan." Grantaire responded casually. Enjolras was starting to reconcider who to give his information to now.
"How do you know Jehan? He is a quaint boy, not one to hang around the likes of yourself." To this Grantaire's face twisted into a hurt expression for a second before smiling sheepishly.
"Our fathers are acquainted. Naturally we are as well. Nice boy, really. But how do you know Bahorel? He told me you asked about me. Do I intruige you so much?" Enjolras flushed at the response. For both the reason that he was surprised Grantaire held a level of eloquence that went far beyond neanderthal-like grunting and that he was terribly flustered by his question.
"I...I simply wanted to inquire what you were like to know if I should invest in a security system."
"I would never harm you."
"A-Anyway...How did you obtain my school email address? Jehan doesn't have it, that's for sure. Only professors are meant to have it."
"Have you ever checked the university's address books? You'd be surprised by the things you find in there."
"You..." Enjolras' face pinched up in annoyance and indignation.
He was a bohemian. He was wild and obnoxious. He believed in nothing, yet he managed to leave Enjolras in a lack of words. Words had been the one thing, among others, that Enjolras had never lacked in his life. The mere thought of someone as infuriating as Grantaire leaving him without a single utterance confounded him to no end.
"You are impossible, sir." He said quietly, picking up the coffee he had forgotten for another sip of the now cold substance.
