A/N: HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY! Look for more updates tonight hopefully! I'm not sure I'll have time to write this weekend, but I'll be back about Monday or Tuesday. Thank you to all the people who reviewed my story, you're totally awesome (Starkid fans you should get that).

The patisserie was small, but the appealing aroma that circled the shop was irresistible. Eponine and Enjolras hurried inside of it just as it began to rain.

"Mmm," Eponine groaned in delight as she eyed the rows of pastries. "I have only eaten at places like this a couple times. We can eat here since it's your first official day staying with me, but towards the end of the week, we might not be able to eat at all."

Enjolras lowered his eyes and made no comment for he often ate at places like this for breakfast, and the thought of not eating later in the week made him even hungrier. "That is quite alright, I knew living on the streets would be difficult."

The two made their way to the front and Enjolras picked out a plain croissant with tea, and Eponine ordered a raspberry pastry with tea as well. The woman working behind the counter sneered at them the whole time they ordered, but just last week, Enjolras remembered, that same lady had flirted with him.

"Are you sure you can afford that?" she said menacingly. Enjolras wasn't used to be treated so harshly, and he stiffened at the woman's jeers.

"Of course, mademoiselle. You do not give us enough credit," he defended looking miffed. Eponine shook her head, Enjolras did not blend in well. It's not his fault, he's trying, Eponine reminded herself.

"Pardon me; I just assumed that this food would cost more than anything you've ever owned," the lady said curtly sticking her chin out. Eponine grabbed Enjolras' hand and squeezed it, silently urging him not to react.

"Don't take it personally, she wouldn't act this way if she knew how rich you really were," Eponine whispered. Enjolras looked at her softly before whispering back, "I know this, but it bothers me that she's treating you like this. She's having a go with the way you live your life, and that's not right. It's not your choice that you live like you do."

"You're defending me? I assure you, I'm fine. I'm used to being treated like this, it doesn't bother me. Now keep quiet or you are going to find yourself in trouble quickly," Eponine replied.

Enjolras wanted so badly to tell the lady off, but the rational part of his brain listened to Eponine. He screwed his mouth up in a tight line and said no more. He slammed the money down on the counter and Eponine collected the food as they made their way to sit down at an empty table (empty chairs at empty tables *sniffle*) and began to dig into their food.

Enjolras wanted to stuff his face, but refrained from doing so out of habit from eating with etiquette all his life. Eponine, on the other hand, had never known better so she was, in fact, stuffing her face. Watching the thin girl eat as though the pastry was saving her life, Enjolras suddenly began feeling even worse than he had earlier for Eponine. He had always sympathized the poor, but being around Eponine made it all so much more personal. Being around her he couldn't help but feel some strange brewing in his heart and he was to terrified to label it as 'love.'

"This tart is delectable! It's so rich and amazing!" Eponine squealed happily as she took her last bite of pastry. Enjolras smiled at her adorable reaction.

"Grantaire really is an easy target, you should remember that in the future," Enjolras noted with a cheeky grin. He was expecting for Eponine to grin back, or at least agree with him, but instead her eyes widened in horror and she clamped her hand to her mouth.

"Eponine, what is it?" he asked worriedly knitting his brows together trying to see what she was looking at.

"That's inspector Javert! A couple of months ago my father and I attempted to steal from him, and he caught us. My father's friend, Montparnasse, distracted him and we escaped, but we heard him say that if he ever caught us, he'd send us to jail!" Eponine cried desperately trying to think of a disguise. The tables were too thin and small to hide underneath, and she didn't have a hat to place in front of her face or anything. She glanced at Enjolras and suddenly, she formed a plan. It was ridiculous, but it was the only thing she could think of.

"Lean in really close, I can't have him see me," Eponine begged with frantic eyes. Enjolras obliged and drew his head so close that his lips were ghosting Eponine's and their noses were touching. Eponine squeezed her eyes shut and her heart was hammering in her chest (out of fear, not at Enjolras' proximity).

Enjolras felt his own heart pick up its pace, and he could feel himself wanting to kiss Eponine, just once. But he refrained from doing so being the gentleman that he was.

"Is he gone?" Eponine looked. They were so close that it tickled Enjolras' lips when she spoke. Enjolras strained his eyes to see if Javert was still standing there.

"Yes, but he only just got here. This could take a while," Enjolras commented. Eponine sighed and opened her eyes.

"We have to get out of here. When his back is turned, we are going to have to sprint out of the patisserie, understand?" Eponine said fiercely.

Enjolras nodded slightly, and his eyes drifted down to Eponine's full lips. She caught him looking, and suddenly her heart sped even faster. Why is it doing that? she wondered.

"His back is turned, move now!" she demanded and the two sped out of the café as fast as they could. When they were safely outside, Eponine let out a large sigh as she put her head in her hands.

"Thank you for doing that, I'm sorry if it was uncomfortable," Eponine mumbled casting an apologetic look at Enjolras.

"No problem Eponine, it would have put a damper on our project if you had been arrested," Enjolras said lightly as his heart finally began to slow down.

Enjolras observed Eponine's slouched over figure as she slumped over on a wall and felt as though he were watching someone who had lost all hope. He didn't exactly know how to comfort her, but he decided that a hug would be adequate. As he put his arms around Eponine, she automatically snuggled into him. Both of them noticed that Eponine fit perfectly in Enjolras as if she had been designed to be with him.

A/N: Aw wasn't that sweet? I'm not exactly sure what I want to do for the next chapter, but if you have any requests of what you really really want to happen I would definitely try to fit it in. This is going well for my first fanfiction that I'm actually going to finish!