Cafe Musain has barely changed in the seven years that Enjolras had been gone. He surveys the familiar coffee shop from his seat at the corner table - their old corner table, in fact. (Literally the same table too, spying Bahorel's little act of vandalism on one of the sides). Everything looks practically the same, except for the fading colors on Grantaire and Feuilly's mural depicting several historical revolutions. If not for the unfamiliar patrons - aside from the old regulars who have been frequenting the cafe even before he and his friends ever stepped foot on it, like Old Man Mabeuf - Enjolras would think he has been transported right back to his high school years.
"I feel odd coming back here."
Courfeyrac leans towards him with a teasing smile on his face. "Ooh, too cool for your old high school hangout, Mr. Hot-shot Law Student?"
He barely restrains the urge to roll his eyes at the jest. As if getting into Stanford Law School wasn't impressive as well. "Emphasis on high school. We're surrounded by children!"
Combeferre, continuously typing on his smartphone, calmly replies, "Oh, come on, we're not that old. And I thought it would be nice to see this place again."
"Yeah, and this is the only place where I can regularly get Eponine's rum butter cake!" Courfeyrac adds before spearing another mouthful of the cake in question with his fork.
Well, looks like today is a day for high school flashbacks. "Eponine?"
Feuilly explains, "Yeah, Eponine supplies the Musain with pastries and cakes." His smile turns a little devious when he continues, "You remember her, right?"
Of course, the mention of his high school girlfriend just gives the rest of his friends something to tease him about. He really should have seen this coming.
"You know, cute dimples? Not-so cute temper?" Joly says with a laugh.
Marius adds, "Cosette's best friend?"
"The one with legs that go for miles?" Bahorel supplies with a comical eyebrow wiggle.
"And a figure that's just unfair considering all the sweets she's surrounded with? I swear I gained like 10 pounds because of her rum butter-ow, Joly!"
Grantaire cocks an eyebrow up at Enjolras and simply says, "Your ex?"
"Oh, that Eponine. I thought you guys mean Eponine from the next town—How many Eponines do you think I know?!" Enjolras exclaims. Only two days back and he already wants to throttle his friends. You'd think they would have matured a little by now.
Combeferre merely smiles at his irate expression. "We just wanted to make sure you remembered her, that's all."
He narrows his eyes at his traitorous best friend. Et tu Combeferre? "And why is that?"
Courfeyrac answers him instead, "Because she's entering the Musain right now?"
