She looked back at him. A brief silence fell; eyes pulled towards
the surface of the cup stuck between her hands. It would be empty
after a sip or two, but she had merely ordered a coffee for the
sake of not having him drink by himself. She shook her head eventually.’ No. I’m fine. ‘
There was a lot she wanted to say. There was a lot she had to
say, but lacked the talent to put it into words. It was tiring even
listening to her friends speak most of the time, for the simple fact
that it made her think more than usual.But she was a fast learner and she was grateful they allowed her
to listen, so she guessed she should not complain.A sheepish smile was given when he returned. Éponine seated
herself more comfortably before speaking again; hoping to make
the conversation less difficult to keep up with.’ Jehan made me a flower crown the other day. ‘
:: { ℑ⋅ℇ } ─ ─ ─ ::
It’s not charity, he once argued.
They’re on the same team, fighting
the good fight but Feuilly had fixed
him with those disappointed eyes
and for a long time, Enjolras did not
quite know how to apologize. He
still doesn’t but he’s been forgiven.
Without pushing the matter, he
gets up and heads to the counter,
ordering the same drink but adding
a plate of sandwich and crisps. It’s
chicken salad– and for a moment
he worries that she’s vegetarian but
the order’s been placed so Enjolras
takes it back without a word. There’s
nothing wrong with sharing, after all.
“They got you too, huh? Pinterest
is bad for them, I think. Did he get
pictures?” Or was that only me, but
he’s smart enough not to say it.