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Hand in hand, as official sweethearts, they continued on walking through the streets of Paris. The vendors were out, so whichever smell appealed to the couple, they would stop by and try their cooking. Most of the foods were sweets ranging from colorful fruit tarts with an exquisite paste, or goodies that always consisted of chocolate or hazelnut. Eponine had never really been exposed to such a variety of sweets in which she enjoyed every bite. Enjolras was delighted that Eponine savored each sweet, as did he. He didn't want Eponine to be too filled with sweets because the last part of their day consisted of more eating.

"Eating all these sweets, my goodness, I've been missing out in life!" Eponine said with much delight. "It makes me regret not taking into consideration of the art of baking. Mama used to bake all the time, but I would simply just eat them."

Enjolras couldn't help but laugh at the sight of Eponine. She was covered with powdered sugar and a dab of chocolate hung on her nose. Better yet, she didn't care. She freely walked the streets in her state, not having a single care in the world about it. This is why I'm in love with her. He retrieved his handkerchief from his pocket, tilted her face up, and gently wiped away the excess sugar, giggling together. He then leaned down at her and kissed her nose, gently nipping at the piece of chocolate plastered on her. She scrunched her nose up in amusement and pecked at his cheek. He then pulled her in and placed a sweet kiss on her forehead. Wrapped in his arms, Eponine could only melt into him. The new couple felt like they were on top of the world with each other, not caring of the people stares.

"Hehe, I think we should get going. The sun is almost about to set and I want to watch it together," Eponine said meekly, separating herself from Enjolras.

Bringing her back into his chest, with a look of concern, asked playfully, "Eponine, are you embarrassed to be with me? I'm hurt."

Eponine scoffs and says, "Oh Enjolras, I would never be embarrassed to be with you. But, the sun is setting, and we will have more time to do… that later," Eponine winked at him, then continued on, "I want to be able to say I watched the sun set with you, after all, who knows if will see another together."

It pained Enjolras when she brought back in the reality they had to face. He could live in this fantasy love world with Eponine forever, but alas, reality always sunk back in.

"Very well. Let's head on over to the Cafe then. I asked Madam Rouge to prepare a special picnic basket for us and our special night," he said lovingly to her, as he took her hand and led the way out of the crowds.

They walked into the cafe and immediately they heard lip smacking sounds from Les Amis. Obviously, they had put two in two together and figured out that the marble man had finally cracked. Grantaire especially, all these years, had kept a keen eye on the two. Although always in his drunken state, the interaction between the two had caught his attention. Given that Enjolras never spoke to women in general, Grantaire would never forget the day he talked to Eponine for the first time. Eponine had walked into the cafe in a horrible state. Hair drenched from the rain, mud splattered all over her dress, and remnants of tears clearly showed on her puffy face. She walked in with such a stance of hardness, despite that she was clearly hurting. She was heading to the bar, but failed to notice a pile of books that were laid out on the floor, tripping over and landing hard on her hands and knees.

The owner of the books had laid them out since he was writing a speech and preferred the books open for inspiration. He immediately stopped his work, startled at what just had happened. What in God's name… Oh.

Not knowing how to respond, the girl seemed to read his mind. "Oh don't worry Monsieur, I got it," she said coldly in a sarcastic manner, getting up and rubbing her palms.

Ready to return with a snappy comment, he said, "Well, I"m sorry for your poor eyesight to not see clearly what's in front of you."

Astounded at his comment, she retorted, "And what incompetent man leaves books so widely sprawled out in a pathway?"

Not knowing how to respond to that he simply said, "Clearly me."

"Clearly common sense is not so common after all," she answered evenly. She gazed at him with a harsh stare. He returned the same stare, with his mouth wide open. This girl just quoted Voltaire. How? Enjolras doubted harshly the girls knowledge whatsoever. However, in quoting Voltaire, she was beginning to interest Enjolras in a strange manner. He couldn't pinpoint this feeling, but you didn't meet a girl everyday who knew the greatest words of his favorite philosopher.

Although she wasn't up to conversing after getting her heart broken, she still had manners. Eponine voluntarily got down once again and picked up the books. Enjolras crooked his head at her. We just quarreled and now she's helping me? Woman are strange…

Her wall of hardness was already falling down once again, coming to realization that her bitterness to this man was all what happened with Marius. She didn't mean to snap at him, but her emotions were not to be toiled with in her state.

Despite her tough fall, she believed he was owed an apology. "Although I find it strange to have books out like that, Monsieur, please forgive my imprudent retorts to you. I was lashing out my anger on you and you do not deserve it," Eponine looked straight in his eye, meaning every word. This was the true Eponine. Sincere, loving Eponine, but sadly seen as a stern harsh woman.

Enjolras examined the girl and her state, and seeming that it looked she had a rough day, he said, "I to must bid my apologies Mademosielle…?"

"Eponine. Just Eponine. And you Monsieur?"

"Enjolras. Just Enjolras. A pleasure it has been," he said as he shook her hand. He knew he should've kissed it for respect to a woman, but it didn't look like she cared for the act.

They continued to stare at each other, trying to figure out one another until Eponine broke the ice, "Well, I must get going. I came for a drink, but I think I've had enough excitement for the night," she said retreating away, but suddenly stopped again. She had missed a book, so she picked it up and placed it on the pile of other books. It was one of Voltaire's works, his Dictionarie Philosophique, in which shared of Voltaire's vast knowledge on the church and morality.

"Ah, one of my favorites from Voltaire. Although it rose much controversy, it really did make one think of their stance with God," a certain spark was ignited in her eyes when she said this, very noticeable to Enjolras. Her knowledge of Voltaire, and clearly knowing the information from him, attracted him greatly to her.

"I agree Mademosielle. If it's not bold to ask thought, I would love to continue to this discussion and hear furthermore your thoughts towards Voltaire's point. Say tomorrow in the evening? I"ll buy you that drink you wanted?" Enjolras never thought that he would have a girl as a friend, but Eponine was different. She had proved him wrong of what girls are like, or what they can be like. At growing up, Enjolras had always found woman strange, but he was willing to explore who this Eponine really was. All his injustices and opinions of woman flew out of his mind.

"Oh, that would be nice. I will see you here then?"

"I shall see you here Mademosielle."

"Oh and Enjolras?"

"Yes?"

"Just Eponine. No more no less."

"Have a good night Eponine." With that, she gave him a small smile and took an exit out of the Cafe. From that night on, the two had been inseparable. Every night, him and Eponine would always be found together talking of books, or heated up debates from their reads. Les Amis came to grew fond of her and quickly blessed her into the group, treating her as a little sister. Eponine had never had someone so passionate and direct in her life, nor had Enjolras. Eponine had sworn herself to never friend another man, let alone trust again, while Enjolras vowed to never mix in with the opposite sex. This is what made their relationship so unique. Two opposites attracted just like that. Grantaire was simply fascinated at this. Knowing Enjolras all his life, it seemed like he was going to be a bachelor all his life. But then Eponine came into the picture. And just maybe, maybe she was the one to break his stature. Now looking at them and reflecting past years of their relationship, then to now, Grataire saw a promising future between the two, but wouldn't say so quite yet to everyone.

Reverting back to the present, Grantaire clamped a hand on Enjolras' shoulder and said sweetly, "Have a nice day you two love birds?"

A deep crimson red spread over Enjolras' face and Eponine couldn't help but giggle. She responded to Grantaire, "Yes, a day without your drunken remarks are quite refreshing for a change."

"Ouch, I'm hurt Mademoiselle," Grantaire struck a hand to his heart dramatically. It was true though. Oddly enough, without Grantaire and Les Amis, it was quite lonely, but their time apart was necessary for the two.

Enjolras went off to see Madame Rouge for their meal. Madame Rouge, the elderly lady who ran the Cafe was one of the best cooks in Paris. She had a small exterior but huge eyes due to her spectacles, a sweet lady she was. She had become a second mother to Enjolras and cared for her deeply. She came out of the kitchen with a picnic basket, steam coming out from the top. The aroma of the food was making Eponine lick her lips with hunger.

Madame Rough said with her shrilly voice, "Well now! Inside is a whole chicken basked with ginger and vegetables, mashed potatoes with garlic, and a piece of strawberry rhubarb pie. Utensils and napkins are also in there. Here, take this blanket as well. Oh!" She scurried back into the kitchen, coming back with a bottle of wine and two glasses. "The best part after a meal," she said, winking at the couple.

Small snickers came from Les Amis, hearing the last sentence, they were already making up scenarios in their heads what was to come after.

"Oh be quiet you bunch," Enjolras said, rolling his eyes at his friends. He was still red from his shyness to the situation, and Eponine couldn't help but grin at his sight. She intertwined her arm around his, holding herself close to him and said haughtily, "Ignore them Enjolras. Their just jealous that they aren't getting any action tonight. Who would want an immature student? Unlike yourself, who is strong and intelligent" This caused Enjolras to turn even more red. Eponine couldn't control her laughter inside, and pecked at his cheek to try and calm him down. She gave him a small wink, and he grinned back at her in return.

"Well it just so happens I do have a date tonight with a woman Mademoiselle! She is the most radiant creature on this planet!" Combeferre said whimsically.

"Your mother doesn't count 'Ferre," Eponine said sweetly. Les Amis roared in with laughter, while Combeferre looked at Eponine with a mischievous smile.

"If we make out of this revolution alive Eponine, I'll get you for this," wagging a finger at her. Eponine returned a sassy smile at him.

"All right all right, Eponine and I must be going. You men have a good night, and will see you all tomorrow morning," Enjolras announced at his men, pulling Eponine and their basket of food away.

"So early in the morning? You two might need more recovering from the night to come, right Enjolras?" Courfeyrac shouted at the pair, and another roar of laughs erupted.

"Be a good boy Enjolras!" "We want to hear all about it tomorrow!" The shouts of Les Amis and laughter echoed through the streets, Enjolras wanting to escape their remarks.

The two finally escaped their friends and into the cool air that lingered. Enjolras was grateful for the coolness because he was already sweating with nerves, hoping that Eponine hadn't noticed.

Enjolras lead Eponine down the way to their special oak tree and began to calm down. The comments of Les Amis were making him nervous to be around Eponine. Sure he had scenarios of him and Eponine together in that way, but for it to become a reality only scared him even more. He didn't know how to address the matter or if it just came naturally. He assumed naturally, but he was clueless towards the subject. All he wanted right now was to spend it with her in any way, at least for her to be in his arms and cradle her close to him. Their night together ahead of them, he wanted to make Eponine as comfortable as possible. No pressure to do anything she didn't want to, not giving into Les Amis' rants. Whatever she wanted, he would give it to her. But if one thing led to another, he wouldn't object.

Hopefully a good cliffhanger! I know I know, I'm sure all of you want to read the juicy love stuff, but alas, you must wait for the next chapter! If you review for this chapter, I'll send you a preview of the next chapter! Comments, questions, remarks, I love reading them all! (:

Shoutout to MadBunneh99: Thank you so much for your review! I wanted to reply to your message by saying yes, he is indeed based off of Aaron Tveit! He's a babe. haha! Thanks for reading!

~A.