A/N: First off, I must be clear: I am not the one who came up with the plot for this fic. I saw a post from electrum-whip on Tumblr (can't post links), and I don't take any credit for it. And also, for the record, I DID ASK HER IF I COULD WRITE THIS. I made sure that it was all right if I wrote something about it, and I DID get permission, so don't get on my case for that.

That being said, I've been wanting to write this for a while now, and here it finally is. My Enjolras and Éponine are in the form of Aaron Tveit and Samantha Barks because I absolutely loved the Les Mis film. Updates will probably be sporadic because school has to take priority, but I'm still going to be writing.

So this chapter is kinda just an introduction of sorts, just giving a brief overview of what our two characters' situations are.

Café Musain was located on the Place Saint-Michel. It occupied a moderate part of the block, and was subtle enough so it didn't attract too much attention.

The building itself had an ancient but sophisticated air. Paintings hung on the walls, blackboards with the menu scrawled on hung behind the counter, and intelligent chatter was plentiful. In the winter, there was always a roaring fire burning in the heart, making for a particularly cozy meeting place. In the summer, the windows and doors were flung open, letting in a cool breeze and the lively sounds of the Latin Quarter's student life.

Musain was a character with dual personalities. By day, it was like any other coffee shop, enjoying a plethora of noise and clatter. Anyone who visited in the morning or afternoon was sure to have an engaging conversation with a fellow coffee-goer. But once five o'clock hit, it changed, becoming almost like a library, that is, a sanction. It became populated with the introverts, the readers, the thinkers. To them, the Café Musain in the evening was a place for uninterrupted peace and quite, a place to meditative and thoughtful.

It was for this reason that the café attracted a diverse but loyal group of people. These regulars were well known to the employees, who were not the baristas and servers to them, but friends. Stopping by was not an option: the customers spent time there, and they enjoyed it.

Enjolras was a student at the most prestigious university in Paris: École Normale Supérieure. He was studying law and was entirely focused on his schoolwork. In his life, there wasn't room for much outside of academics. The only leisure time he allowed himself was a weekly trip to the Musain on Saturday afternoon with his friends. Every few weekends though, Enjolras made the visit alone. His friends were sometimes too exuberant for him.

Éponine Thénardier didn't spend her days in a lecture hall; she spent them in a bookstore, shelving and restocking in the back. She worked eleven hours a day, from when the bookstore opened at nine in the morning to eight at night. The arduous time was the only way she could afford her tiny flat that housed, along with herself, her younger sister Azelma, and her three brothers: Gavroche, Laurier, and Théodore.

Like Enjolras, Éponine's life was based on thing. In her case, it was work. Once she got home from her job, Éponine would cook the next days' dinner and a little bit extra. She then ate the extra part for herself and put the rest in the refrigerator for her siblings to eat the next day. Azelma would be able to take care of breakfast and lunch for herself and the boys, but dinner was harder.

Also similar to Enjolras, Éponine's time for relaxing was on Saturdays at the Musain. She took a book and a small bit of money in her pocketbook to purchase a drink and then stayed there for a few hours into the early evening. Sitting in the café let her forget about the work she'd have to do the next day.

A/N: It's short, but I hope you liked it! Please review!