"Now, Enjolras, I want to make this perfectly clear. It doesn't matter what I say, if you can think of any location where you and Éponine had a special encounter, please tell us. Do you understand?" Courfeyrac said all his words slowly and loudly, ignoring the obvious face of resentment and indignation coming from Enjolras.

"I know, I'm not an idiot." Enjolras gritted out, his teeth clenched together.

"Okay! Let's begin. Combeferre, if you will." Coufeurac sat down is his chair and let the bespectacled man stand up.

"Now, as you may know, during your relationship with Éponine you have been to many places. For example, Marius and Cosette's wedding in Greece. That was quite a special place for you two, was it not?" After letting to blond man nod, he continued, "Yes, and also the Musain. Oh, the amount of times we have seen you two argue and reconcile in there is hilarious. So, Enjolras, as you can see, Les Amis all know some very special places concerning Éponine and your's relationship. Can you think of any more important locations, more private scenes?"

"Yes."

Courfeyrac nodded, taking notes on a small notebook in his hand. "Hmm, good. And could you tell us where those places are, Enjolras?"

"Yes."

Combeferre sat down in the other seat opposite Enjolras. "Continue."

"Okay, well, there was this time when- wait, why is this so formal? It feels like an interview, not a conversation."

"How else are we supposed to get information from you?" Combeferre asked.

"Okay. You known what? I think you're underestimating me here. I have actually thought about my proposal before now. I know where I'm going to do it."

"Please, do tell us." Courfeyrac said with a smile.

"In the park."

Courfeyrac looked aghast. "In the- in the park? Enjolras, no."

Enjolras looked offended. "What's wrong with the park?"

"There are children in the park, Enjolras. Children who run about and yell and would make the proposal an absolute joke!"

"What I think Courfeyrac is trying to say is that maybe the park is too busy. It might be too chaotic and loud for such an intimate moment."

"At night time."

"Why would you go to the park at night time? That's a stupid idea." Once again, Courfeyrac was getting frustrated.

"On the Twenty- first of October, Éponine and I went to the park. We laid down under a tree and looked at the stars. She was looking up at the sky when I just blurted out that I loved her. I didn't mean for it to happen, it wasn't planned and I panicked for the whole five seconds that she was silent. She said it back, and we kissed."

Courfeyrac gaped. Combeferre looked surprised.

"I want to marry him." Courfeyrac whispered.

"Enjolras, we had no idea you were so adorable!" Combeferre gasped.

"You just assume that I'm so heartless, you sometimes forget that I have been with Éponine for quite a while now."

Combeferre smiled. "It's all coming together! You can do it there, and she'll say yes for sure! Oh, it'll be so perfect." Enjolras grinned. "Tomorrow, we'll move onto stage three. Come prepared, but I doubt you'll need help preparing a speech. Anyway, get home to dearest Éponine. Have fun, continue being so cute." He practically shooed the blond man out of the door, shoving his coat into his arms and locking the door. "Oh, I love this job." He looked over at Courfeyrac who was still sat in the same position, his face wondering and his mouth open.

"Why can't I be Éponine?"