She had vowed her legs underneath her upper body; fingers now
occupying themselves with the fabric of her jeans. A smile curled
her lips when he mentioned the social media. She supposed she
did not really know how she had gotten to ask Jehan for the flower
crown; but she could easily blame both Pinterest and childhood nostalgia.’ Don’t worry, you don’t have to see the massacre of
nature on my head. He didn’t take a picture. ‘She supposed she should not mention that their friend had made
two, actually, and continued on the subject that would be easier to
keep the conversation going.’ So you dislike hipsters who claim to love
nature and yet pull flowers from the ground? ‘
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"Pity. Jehan is the only one that
can understand the DIY crafts on
Pinterest.“ It’d be great to see his
work. But there is a tinge of dry
humor in his voice, bland and not
worthy of mention that makes it
almost seem like he’s teasing. But
he’s not, not really. There’s fond
in there too, as there always is.
Enjolras bites into his sandwich,
chewing less than what Joly would
recommend before he swallows, an
eyebrow arching at her question. ”I
think the word for them is hypocrites.“
”Environmentalists– Good and
all that the grass keeps growing
but what will feed the people? It’s
frustrating.“ And yet– you’re here
organizing a rally for Remi Fraisse.
You just like to provoke authority,
Enjolras. It’ll get you killed one day.