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It is typical for Enjolras to be the first person at Cafe Musain on Fridays. It is also typical that no one else than his friends comes there that day, so when the ring above the doors announces new incomer, Enjolras expects to see one of Les Amis. He is surprised to see a blond haired woman in a white coat.
She looks around, apparently searching for someone and when she notices Enjolras she smiles politely and walks towards him. He notices she isn’t as tall as he thought at first, her ridiculously high heels making her at least 10 centimeters taller than she actually is. Also her hair is dyed, what he concludes from short dark roots, clearly visible as she is wearing her hair combed back and tied in a neat, elegant bun. It’s a good choice, that makes her heart-shaped face looks more mature. Her heels knock against panels as her smile gets wider with every step. When she finally reaches the sofa, Enjolras is sitting on, she pulls her hands out of pockets and after removing leather gloves, she reaches out her right hand in a greeting.
“Hello,” she says, her voice slightly hoarse and a little bit lower than he had expected. The man stays up and shakes her hand. He opens his mouth ready to inform her about the meeting that is going to take place there, but she is quicker.
“You must be Enjolras, right?” She remarks, letting his hand go and opening her satchel. He nods, not really surprised by her knowledge. “Listen, “ she continues, holding a white envelope in her hands. “I know there is some kind of political meeting there tonight and a friend of mine attends it usually and I would be very grateful if you could pass him this,” she draws the envelope toward Enjolras who takes it immediately, more by being surprised with the gesture than an actual desire to take the paper. He looks at it and is about to ask who is it for, but again the woman forestalls him.
“His name is Bahorel.”
“Yes, Bahorel,” Enjolras says like it was typical occurrence, that beautiful strangers leaves envelopes for the boxer. “I’ll deliver it to him.”
“Thank you very much, Enjolras,” she smiles again and turns on her heels. When she reaches the doors Enjolras recalls something.
“Ma’am? Who is this from if he asks.”
She laughs at the question, turning back to the man. It’s deep, cheerful laugh, colored by the same hoarseness her voice is.
“He won’t.” she assures him as she finishes laughing and with that she leaves the café.
Enjolras puts the envelope on the coffee table next to his laptop and goes back to the paper he was working on when the woman interrupted him. It’s only few minutes later when the others arrive to the café and the envelope is forgotten as soon as the meeting starts.
It’s when Enjolras reaches for his things after assembly is over when he remembers. He grabs the envelope and catches Bahorel at the doors.
“There was a woman, before the meeting and she asked me to pass you this.” He says as he hands it over to the boxer.
Bahorel takes the envelope and looks closer at it half grinning.
“Thanks, E.” he says as he hides it in the inside pocket of his jacket as he walks out of the café.