"Soooo," a voice whispered in Éponine's ears that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up.
"What?" she said annoyed and turned to Courfeyrac.
"You. Enjolras. Last night," Courfeyrac said, winking.
"Nothing happened," said Éponine.
"Oh really?" said Courfeyrac.
"Yeah, I went over and helped him with his speech," said Éponine.
"What else did you help him with?" Courfeyrac asked, nudging Éponine in the side.
"Nothing! Courfeyrac, nothing happened!" said Éponine.
"Well, that's a pity," said Grantaire, walking over to them. "You know, you two really need to start dating. I didn't just destroy my relationship with Enjolras to hand him over to someone who won't make a move."
"What do you mean? What did you do?" Courfeyrac asked, but Grantaire ignored him.
"Éponine, make a move," Grantaire said, sitting down with them.
"No. I don't even know if he likes me," said Éponine.
"Oh he likes you," said Courfeyrac, grinning.
"Well, what do I even do?" asked Éponine, exasperated.
"Do what I did. Go in for the kiss," said Grantaire. He toasted himself and then drank out of his bottle, ignoring the look of surprise on Courfeyrac's face.
"Enjolras had his first kiss…with Grantaire," Courfeyrac said, more to himself than to anybody.
"Yes, and you will not tell anyone about it," said Grantaire, narrowing his eyes.
"Well, Éponine, go in for the kill—I mean kiss," said Courfeyrac.
"I'm not listening to you two," said Éponine, rolling her eyes.
"Why not? We're smart," said Courfeyrac. He paused, "well, I'm smart."
"If I do kiss Enjolras, which I won't, I'm not going to kiss him in public," said Éponine.
"Why not? No better way to spread the news," said Courfeyrac.
"I hate you two," said Éponine, standing up. Courfeyrac and Grantaire watch Éponine go with smirks on their faces. Éponine walked over to Enjolras's table, where he was chatting with Combeferre. Enjolras looked up and frowned. He stood up.
"Is something wrong?" he asked. Éponine took a deep breath and stepped closer. She grabbed the front of his jacket and pulled him forward for a big kiss.
At first it was awkward, but then Enjolras relaxed. He put his hands on her back, and forgot momentarily where he was. The sound of a cup dropping to the floor and breaking brought them back to reality, and they broke apart.
The café was completely silent. No one made a sound. Éponine looked around the café. Musichetta, Jehan, and Courfeyrac were grinning like lunatics. Grantaire was grimacing, trying to look happy, but Éponine could see that it hurt him. But he nodded once, to let her know that he was letting go of Enjolras, just as she had let go of Marius. Marius, on the other hand, looked uncomfortable. He bit his lip as if he was in pain. Joly and Bossuet were openly staring, while Bahorel nodded his approval. Combeferre's mouth had dropped open, and Feuilly got really excited.
Courfeyrac started the cheers, and suddenly, the entire room was filled with applause. Éponine grinned and leaned to his ear.
"Am I a better kisser than Grantaire?" She whispered to him, heard only by them. Enjolras blushed redder, and matched his jacket nicely. Éponine laughed and was happy in someone's arm. She had found her happy ending at last.