Eponine was walking through a warm, light breeze to the Cafe. She ascended the stairs to the second level expecting to see most of the usual boys; yet the only one there was Enjolras. She sat at the table she normally does-and Enjolras just in his normal corner. Ep continued to sit down and unpack her black laptop from her bag.

Without looking up from his book that was covering his face he spoke, "How was your date with Monsieur Courfeyrac a couple of nights ago?"

Eponine was somewhat shocked, for the fact that he knew about this, and how he abruptly said it. "How did you know we went out?" she questioned to the man who was still facing his book. "I saw you two leave..." Enjolras paused, "arm in arm..." His tone wasn't close polite, and Eponine did not appreciate how he was speaking. She knew him as such a gentlemen who always spoke with much respect for others. Yet now, he seemed almost angry at her-as if he had been holding a grudge to himself, and finally decided to confront her about it. Eponine didn't say anything in return-she just gave him a look.

"It just surprised me to see that you left with him then."

The way Enjolras was saying made Eponine angrier by the second. What happened to the man she normally saw? The one who wouldn't ever judge another living being; yet he was judging her openly and near rudely.

"Why do you care if I went somewhere with Courfeyrac, Enj?" Eponine forcefully asked, attempting to return the tone that was being given to her. She didn't take her gaze off him, hoping he would look up and look her directly in the eyes.

"I don't care. It's just hard for me to fathom that you went somewhere with Monsieur Courfeyrac. It just doesn't seem like you, Madame." Enjolras informed her.

Eponine wanted nothing more but to scream on the top of her lungs in frustration, but she didn't simply scream. She slammed her hands forcefully on the table and was now standing. The bang from her hands slapping the table shocked Enjolras, and he finally looked up. This wasn't the Eponine he knew-not the angry side who wouldn't stand for anyone else' judgment towards her.

"Then why are you judging what I do and who I go out with? Am I suppose to be alone and act like I am saving myself for someone? Because I can't do that anymore!" Eponine spat the last sentence out fast and loud, but she knew she had to say it-just get it out in a burst of breathe. Quickly she said something else. "Since when do you get the right to make judgments of me? It's not as if you care... Do you?"

What she said and what Enjolras was feeling was the complete opposite of each other. All he could think about for the past three days was how Eponine was with someone other than him. He knew it was mostly his fault, but he had no time for anything of that sort. He had too much work. Too much to focus on.

"Well?" Eponine's voice was still loud; her hands still on the table, staring at him. Enjolras realized he was still silent, but in his head he had said yes a million times.

"I said I didn't, 'Ponine! If I did care I would have made you aware!" Now his voice was becoming louder.

Eponine smirked matter-of-factly. "Enjolras, you never tell what you feel or think to anyone."

Enjolras became heart broken at these words, but he didn't show it. His pride and bravery made him. He now slammed his own hands on the table and shot out of his chair; just as 'Ponine had. He noticed how fearless she was-not afraid of a single sound, look, or movement.

"That is not true, Eponine!"

"Yes it is, Enjolras! If you have something to say, then say it!" Both now had raised voices, and Enjolras' face was becoming red.

"I... I..." he was calming down, feeling sadness overpowering his spurt of anger. "I'm sorry, Madame. Please, forgive me."

Eponine's expression changed. An apology from Enjolras wasn't expected.

"It's fine, Monsieur Enjolras. Just don't get involved again."

He nodded his head, and sat back down in his chair. Eponine- not wanting to stay there- slipped her laptop into her bag quickly and started down the stairs. Enjolras gave a disappointed sigh into the empty air. He couldn't believe how he had just risen his voice towards Eponine. No matter how much he didn't want to admit it-to her, himself, or anyone else- he was falling harder, and harder for Eponine, and he couldn't do anything but try to ignore it as hard as he could.

Later that day, Enjolras was still at the cafe reading his book, when Courfeyrac came in with Grantaire and Joly.

Enjolras heard them talking about Eponine. He listened intently, hoping to hear nothing that would upset him.

"I suppose you kissed her at the end of the night, then?" Grantaire assumed, nudging Courfeyrac. Enjolras didn't want to know the answer, but he couldn't keep himself from listening.

"Well," Courfeyrac started, "She actually kind of kissed me."

Enjolras cringed a tad behind his book. The boys continued talking and Enjolras continued to half listen and half read. Enjolras heard something that caught his attention.

"We're going to dinner tomorrow. I just don't want to screw this up with her." Courfeyrac said to his friends with an almost nervous and hopeful smile. The boys only stayed for another few minutes before they stood up to leave. Enjolras called Courfeyrac over.

"May I talk to you for a moment, Monsieur Courfeyrac?" Enjolras said, lowering his book from his face. Courfeyrac began walking over and Enjolras closed his book.

"Can you... can you just promise me that you wont hurt Eponine?" Enjolras asked him, rather nervously, hoping for a complete reassurance.

"Um, uh yes, Enjolras." Courfeyrac told him, wondering why Enjolras was concerned about something that he normally wouldn't care too much about.

"Thank you... Monsieur Courfeyrac..." Enjolras thanked him, then he picked up his book again and continued reading. Courfeyrac then stood up, still feeling a little confused about what Enjolras' sudden concern, then left.