Courfeyrac and Jehan decided to do something about the current romance they've been seeing. More and more often, they've noticed glances between Enjolras and Éponine. Now, they were going to find out what exactly was up.
As the meeting drew to a close, they were ready to put their plan in action. Jehan offered to walk Éponine home. Éponine declined politely, not wanting any of the Les Amis de l'ABC to see her place. So, they instead went for a walk around Paris.
"So, Mademoiselle Éponine, how are you?" asked Jehan, politely.
"I'm very well, thank you, Monsieur Jehan," said Éponine, smiling.
"You seem much happier," remarked Jehan, "Can it be about a certain revolutionary?"
Éponine raised her eyebrows, "Jehan…"
Jehan thought it was best to tell Éponine the plan, "Well, Courfeyrac and I have noticed how you seem to be sharing glances with Enjolras. And we couldn't help but wondering if something was going on between you two."
Éponine sighed, "there's nothing going on…besides, I doubt you'll understand."
"You can tell me," said Jehan earnestly, "I can keep a secret."
Éponine gave him a wry smile and took a deep breath. "Some days I feel as if I'm connected to Enjolras. And he really is a great person. But then, I see Marius, and I'm reminded of how much I love him."
Jehan nodded, "Why don't you figure out what you like and dislike about both of them?"
Éponine nodded. "Marius. I love that special smile he gives me and his laugh. I love the way he looks at someone he loves, as if they're the only thing in the world. I love how he didn't judge me until he knew me. I don't like how much he loves Cosette. Yes, I know I'm jealous, but I can't help it. I also don't like how stupid he is sometimes. It can't just be me who sees that, right?"
Jehan nodded, not wanting to interrupt her.
Éponine continued, "Enjolras. He seems to actually know what I'm feeling and can see behind my mask. He is caring, for the most part, and is passionate. He is, in Grantaire's words, 'a God.' Things I don't like about him. He's often cold at times. And I don't even know if he's actually interested in women."
"We all wonder about that," said Jehan thoughtfully, "Enjolras is pretty obsessed with his Patria."
Éponine frowned, "What should I do?"
Jehan shrugged, "I don't know. You should figure that out yourself. But, do you mind if I use some of the information in my poetry? It'll be anonymous, unless you want it credited to you."
Éponine laughed, "Go right ahead, Jehan."
Meanwhile, back at the café, Courfeyrac had stayed behind. The only people in the café were him, Enjolras, and Grantaire. Eventually, Grantaire left, having been bribed by Courfeyrac to not pass out this time.
"So, Enjolras, how are the plans coming?" asked Courfeyrac.
Enjolras sighed, "Not so good. The revolution keeps getting pushed back. We can't wait forever."
Courfeyrac nodded. "You're right. But still, it'll give you time to do other things…"
Enjolras looked at his friend suspiciously. "Like what?"
Courfeyrac shrugged, "Like flirt with Éponine."
Enjolras sighed, "I'm not flirting with her."
"Whatever you say," said Courfeyrac, amused.
"I'm just helping her. You know, she's a part of the people that this revolution is going to protect!" said Enjolras.
Courfeyrac nodded, grinning. "Still, getting her opinion is one thing. Lending her your jacket—"
"It was snowing and she was freezing!" exclaimed Enjolras.
"—that night you spent, together—" continued Courfeyrac.
"She needed a place to stay, and how do you guys know about that?!" Enjolras turned red.
Courfeyrac shrugged, "Word travels fast. We aren't stupid, you know."
"I never said you guys were stupid," said Enjolras, trying to leave. "With the exception of Grantaire."
"Speaking of R, are you two talking again?" asked Courfeyrac, momentarily pausing the Éponine discussion.
"Yes." said Enjolras stern.
"You know what I mean," scoffed Courfeyrac.
"Okay, fine. Yes, we have made up, and there are no hurt feelings anymore." said Enjolras.
"Good. Back to Éponine—" Courfeyrac began again.
"Courfeyrac, stop it! I don't want to talk about it." Enjolras said, again trying to leave, but Courfeyrac blocked the door.
"Are you even interested in women?" Courfeyrac asked, squinting at Enjolras as if he was a different species.
"I don't have time for women. There's a revolution happening, in case you haven't noticed," muttered Enjolras.
"You have time for Éponine," smirked Courfeyrac. Enjolras pushed past him and was nearly out of the door when he said, "Oh, if you don't like her, tell R."
Enjolras paused. "You know there's nothing going on with me and R." he said, without turning around.
Courfeyrac shrugged, "Okay, but, come on, you've seen the way he looks at you."
"He's a drunk and he's hallucinating most of the time." Enjolras said.
Courfeyrac sighed, "alright. You can go now." If Courfeyrac had seen Enjolras's face, he would have been surprised and slightly pleased to see that it was redder than ever.