The pale pink fingers of dawn were closing themselves around the city of Paris as Angelique arrived home. As exhausted as she was, Angelique knew she would not get her much desired sleep before work; silently she tiptoed into the garret and nearly collapsed onto the small settee. Just then Enjolras came in,
"You're up all ready?" He said surprised when he saw her
"Barely," Angelique groaned, her body ached with exhaustion as she forced her eyes open to look at Enjolras, Enjolras chuckled and put the kettle on to make coffee,
"Why didn't you wake me? I would've sat up with you if you couldn't sleep." Enjolras said as Angelique struggled to keep her eyes open, "I'll stop by the shop on my way to work and tell them you won't be coming in today."
"You will do no such thing!" Angelique snapped
"Angel-"
"I'm going to work today," Angelique said stubbornly
"You're being unreasonable, chérie." Enjolras said gently, Angelique would have glared at him, if she could've kept her eyes open long enough.
"I don't care," she said firmly as the kettle shrieked loudly, Angelique groaned in protest grabbing a throw pillow and holding it over her head.
"That's it you're staying home!" Enjolras announced,
"I am not!" Came Angelique's muffled reply.
"You are too,"
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"Am not!"

"Why are you fighting me on this?" Enjolras asked amused. "Because I promised Clarisse I'd come in today." Enjolras pressed a hot cup of coffee into Angelique's hands,
"Here, drink this" he said. Angelique smiled and took a sip,
"My hero," she muttered as the pungent scent of coffee filled her nose.
"You're welcome," Angelique downed her coffee, packed a light lunch and bustled out of the garret towards the flower shop.

The little bell over the door jangled loudly as Angelique rushed into the shop. Quickly putting on her work smock Angelique scrambled behind the counter as Clarisse, Angelique's boss and friend, came out of the back.
"You're here!" The petite red-head smiled, Clarisse reminded Angelique of a girl she had once heard Joly discussing with Bahorel, she was superb girl, very literary, with tiny feet and little hands, she dressed well and was white and dimpled with the eyes of a fortune-teller. It was then Clarisse got a look at her friend's face, "you look exhausted!" Clarisse cried,
"I feel exhausted." Angelique mumbled as she quickly began to arrange a flower arrangement trying to keep awake. Clarisse let out a joyous cry, jolting Angelique awake.
"It finally happened!" Clarisse practically squealed clapping her hands erratically. "You two finally proclaimed your love for each other! I can hear the wedding bells now!" Clarisse's eyes shone brightly,
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! What are you talking about?" Angelique cried,
"You and Monsieur Enjolras!" Clarisse cried, "so what happened? I want details! Did he stare into your eyes as he told you he loved you? How did you react? Did he gather you up in his arms and whisk you off to the bedroom like Don Juan?" Clarisse nearly swooned,
"None of that happened!" Angelique cried popping Clarisse's bubble. "Besides, I could never, I've known Enjolras since I was a child! He's like my brother!" Clarisse's eyes were shining again,
"Your childhood sweetheart, how romantic!"
"No!" Angelique said sharply, "there has never, and will never be anything between Enjolras and I." Angelique said firmly, Clarisse was silent for a long time before Angelique heard Clarisse mumble,
"You don't see how he looks at you." Angelique sighed
"And how is that?" She asked frustrated,
"In the way that's obvious to everyone except, apparently, you – he has feelings for you." Clarisse said
"Come on!" Angelique cried
"He does," Clarisse shrugged, "and how could you not return his affections? Have you seen him? His eyes are as blue as the Adriatic Sea! His features like carved marble! His curls like a golden halo of an angel!" Listening to Clarisse describe Enjolras made Angelique laugh,
"If you like his appearance so much why don't you marry the man?" Angelique laughed
"Oh I couldn't possibly!" Clarisse cried
"And why not?" Angelique demanded as she arranged yet another bouquet of flowers.
"Because he is yours, you two are fated, destined to be together!" Clarisse cried as Angelique rolled her eyes. Just then the bell rang and in walked a girl Angelique recognized from the day before.
"You!" Angelique cried on sight struggling to recall her name,
"Fèlix wants me to tell you that there will be a meeting tonight at the Musain, he wants you there." The girl said,
"Me? But why?" Angelique asked, the girl shrugged
"Eight o'clock sharp, the café. Don't be late." She said as she left the shop.
"Oh I won't!" Angelique called after her, once she was gone Angelique turned to Clarisse who was staring at her with an arched eyebrow, "what?" Angelique asked,
"Fèlix?"

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