"So how was class, Enjy?" Eponine asked casually as she handed Enjolras his coffee, which Grantaire was far too nervous to do without spilling it on something.
"It was fine, Eponine. Don't call me that…" he answered, unsure of what to ask next, since presumably they hadn't gone to class, "how was getting my coffee?" he asked, running a hand through his curls; Grantaire held his breath.
Eponine laughed, "It was awful; you put us through hell, getting your stupid coffee. What do you expect?" she put her arm around Grantaire, "it was so cold…" she said, and Enjolras half-smiled and shoved her playfully. Grantaire really envied how Eponine could just talk to people like this, even people like Enjolras.
"What about you, Grantaire? How was your day?" Enjolras asked, looking straight into Grantaire's eyes.
"My day was amazing," he said, looking up at Enjolras' beautiful face, wanting so badly to reach up and touch his bouncy curls, his flawless skin.
"How so?" Enjolras asked, shifting his four textbooks from one arm to the other as Grantaire just smiled at him.
"Well I heard the news that you were going to be our temporary roommate, and it's cloudy, and I love cloudy days…" he said, his voice trailing off, and suddenly thinking that he was talking too much. He looked at Enjolras, who appeared to almost be holding back a smile. Grantaire felt a flutter in his stomach at the thought that Enjolras might be smiling at something he said.
"So am I going to be dropping either of you somewhere?" he asked, and Eponine glared at the tree in front of us.
"We can drive," she said, grabbing Enjolras' coffee from his hands without permission, sipping it, and then handing it back to him.
"I was just asking, I wasn't aware that you had a car," he said, examining his coffee as if Eponine might have done something to it.
"It's fine," Eponine said, not telling him that they in fact did not own a car, Marius had taken the car that was shared between the three of them.
"Well I don't have debate team practice until Friday, so I guess it'll just be the three of us at the apartment," he said, sounding rather irritated, which Eponine found amusing and Grantaire just sighed; barely ten minutes in Enjolras' presence and he was already getting annoyed.
"What do you guys do at debate? Just argue like all day?" Eponine asked, and Enjolras just nodded. "Grantaire's good at that. He should join your little club."
"Well, that's not a horrible idea, would you, Grantaire? We need a replacement since Marius is out being an idiot for the next two weeks," he said, looking hopefully at Grantaire.
Eponine smirked at the 'Marius being an idiot' comment, and Grantaire looked over and smiled at her.
He shook his head, looking down, and then looked up to see Enjolras' expression, which was not nearly as disappointed as he had hoped, "we've already had this conversation," Grantaire said, flipping his hair out of his eyes. Enjolras nodded.
"I recall," He said, "you showed up to a tutorial in paint-splattered jeans and told me assertively that you had no interest in anything university had to offer," Grantaire couldn't help but smile. Enjolras remembered. Not only that, he remembered precisely what happened. Grantaire had to turn away in attempt to hide his huge smile, but failed.
"What are you smiling about?" Enjolras asked, so blunt and clueless it was adorable. Eponine laughed almost out loud, and put her head on Grantaire's shoulder.
"He'll be there," she said, the two of them giggling insanely, while Enjolras just stared straight ahead, thinking that considering that maybe staying with them might not be so horrible after all.