Enjolras walked up behind the sleeping man in the back of the Cafe Musain. He hated it when people didn't pay attention to the meetings, but he had kept his lover up late the night before.
"Hey, baby," Enjolras said, slipping his arms around him and kissing his forehead. "Oh shit," he said as Marius's dweeby face looked up at him in shock. "/You're/ not Grantaire."