Eponine tried avoiding the Cafe knowing Enjolras would be in a corner with a book. She couldn't even bare the thought of seeing him after what happened between her and Courfeyrac they night she and Enjolras fought.

"Ep, please, can we go to the Cafe today?" Gavroche pleaded to his sister.

Eponine was reading reading in her colorful window-seat couch that overlooked her small garden in the backyard. She enjoyed reading there with the window open-the scent of flowers wafting in with a warm, delicate breeze. \

"I don't know, Gav. Maybe if Courfeyrac or Cosette agree to meet there." Eponine replied to the hopeful boy.

Gavroche loved it at the Cafe; surrounded by people and engaging in conversation rather than sitting home on the sofa, filling his brain with video games and cartoons. Eponine loved that about her brother. While other boys only wanted to play video games, Gavroche was adventurous, and longed to be outside, or interacting with others.

Eponine texted Cosette, "Meet Gav and I at the Cafe in a bit?"

"Yep, I'll be there." Cosette replied, barely a minute later.

Eponine let out a small sigh as she got up. It had been about two weeks since Eponine had been at the Cafe-but not since she's seen Courfeyrac. The two have almost grown closer in those weeks. That made it even harder to think about her encounter with Enjolras. Despite the fact she couldn't stop thinking about him, she found herself happy with Courfeyrac. He always seemed to give her a sense of comfort.

Two days after everything that had happened, she still had an unsettled feeling, so she went to the park. She sat under the tree-the same tree her and Courfeyrac sat under on their first date-and read.

Courf saw her, and walked over by her. "Hey there, Ep." he said, smiling.

Eponine tried sounding happy, "Hey, Courf."

"What's wrong, Birdie?" Courfeyrac asked her somewhat concerned.

"Birdie?" Ep said with a slight chuckle.

"Yep," Courf started, "that's your new nick-name."

She gave a soft smile. "It's cute."

Courfeyrac entwined his arm with hers and held her hand. She remembered the feeling of safety upon him doing that.

Eponine snapped out of her day dream-"Ready to go to the cafe?" she asked Gavroche, who was tying his shoes by the front door. He nodded his head and raced out the front door ahead of Eponine.

As they walked into the Cafe they saw Cosette in front of them, reaching the stairs.

"Cosette!" Ep called, reaching Cosette's attention. "I'm dreading going up there."

"Calm, Ep. It'll be fine; you're letting your nerves get to you."

She knew Cosette was right, but at this point she couldn't help her nerves. Eponine always wondered why she cared so much about what Enjolras thought. He was just a normal person, but a single criticism from him would drive her absolutely mad.

"But-" Cosette chimed in, "I would be a tad nervous."

Eponine's head snapped towards her friend, whom was looking down.

"Why...?" Eponine questioned, her voice filled with a stressed curiosity.

"Well Grantaire was in his room when you and Enj had that spat.. so he came and told everyone."

Eponine covered her face with her hands in frustration. She completely dismissed the thought of Grantaire being a room away when they were in the living room that night. The thought that he told everyone made her practically infuriated-she couldn't believe that he would do that, but yet she very well could.

Eponine casually started up the stairs keeping her nervousness disguised. Peaking over the hand rail she saw Enjolras where he normally would be-in the left corner of the room, on a stool, with a book covering his face.

Eponine walked to the opposite corner of the room, sitting in a chair right next to Courfeyrac.

"Well, hey there, Birdie!" he said joyfully, placing his arm around her.

"Hey." she responded, giving a chuckle of admiration at his uplifting spirit.

Every time Eponine touched or kissed Courfeyrac he felt so nervous-got butterflies. It puzzled him, because no other woman made him feel like this. True love? Courf wasn't sure.

An eruption of laughter from across the room made him get out of his thought. In a matter of seconds the laughter was interrupted by a loud bang.

Enjolras had slammed his fist down upon the wooden table. His voice filled the room as he yelled "I have no time for useless feelings and I will not be taunted for ones that were once there!"

He grabbed his book and made his way down the stairs, pushing his way through the group of friends.

Eponine could feel her cheeks get warm as they blushed. Once there? She wasn't sure if Enjolras said this in spite or in actuality.

She was sure that he was angrier than her at Grantaire for telling everyone about what he had said that night.

Then a thought popped into her head.

"Did he know about the kiss? Did Courfeyrac hear about it?" If he did know she wondered why he had not said anything about it to her.

Once everyone was occupied with their own conversations again, she knew she would have to ask him about his knowledge on the situation, to tell whether or not he was playing innocent.