A girl at work kept sputtering when she was ordering her coffee, and her friends kept giggling. She’s literally so cute omg.
Update: she keeps glancing at me over her mug. Her friend is nudging her. I’m literally. Omg.
UPDATE: I was getting dishes from a nearby table. Her friend said “Do it.” Over amd over. She sputtered out “you’re cute” she’s blushing a lot. Omfg.
Someone asked if I drink espresso straight. I said I don’t do anything straight. She giggled. Her friend smiled. What the frick.
I GOT HER FUCKIGN NUMBER
Her name is Riley and we’re gonna see a movie together on Sunday. OH SHIT.
THIS IS THE CUTEST THING IVE EVER READ
It happens once because objectively it seems like a great plan. They all get along really well and hell why not, this is what couples were supposed to do right?
But fifteen minutes into the date when courfeyrac has managed to make Grantaire switch places with him so he can talk to Enjolras about some rally or another, Grantaire realizes maybe this isn’t the best idea.
Combeferre, now sitting across from him seems to realize the same thing as he takes off his glasses and cleans them on the end of his shirt.
These two couples had one surprising thing in common, they were both banned from talking politics on date night. Grantaire and Enjolras because of the inevitable row that would come, and courfeyrac and Combeferre because they both knew it would quickly become all they talked about. But both courfeyrac and Enjolras seized the opportunity of having the other nearby to back them up and broke that rule five minutes in, and Grantaire was about to let out a long suffering sigh when he saw Combeferre doing the same thing. And when courfeyrac and Enjolras were sitting facing each other, leaning forward the fire of revolutionary passion lighting their eyes, Grantaire saw a fondness in Combeferre’s expression that matched his own.
Grantaire leaned forward carefully quiet, getting Combeferre’s attention and a raised eyebrow. “So like does courfeyrac do that thing, after reading an article that pisses him off, where he makes little grumbling noises and scrunched his nose like he is about to sneeze?”
Combeferre snorted and looked to the man with a smile before nodding. “As a matter of fact he does…does Enjolras ever wake you up in the middle of the night just to list off how important all his friends are to him?”
“He literally does it constantly.” Grantaire nodded with a huge grin. “Has courfeyrac ever done that thing were he gets a super earnest look on his face, and you think he is going to say something really important, then he just talks about how great Feuilly is?”
“Well it’s not always Feuilly but yes.” Combeferre nodded. “Wait, tell me, does Enjolras ever make you stop whatever you’re doing and just look at you like you’re the best thing in the world, and then just wander off without saying anything.”
Grantaire lit up at this. “Oh my god he does! Does courf just frown at a book sometimes. Doesn’t read it or anything just frowns at it.”
Combeferre was nodding, already laughing helplessly. “Dear lord, does enj also do that thing where he will suggest something incredibly illegal then look at you funny when you point out that he’ll probably get arrested.”
“All the time!” Grantaire giggled delighted. “Wait wait- tell me, does courfeyrac ever, just freeze, in the middle of doing something and then suddenly go off on a rant completely unrelated to anything?”
Combeferre had a huge grin on his face as he leaned forward to whisper to Grantaire. “He once stopped mid blow job to tell me about the wealth disparity in America.”
Grantaire could barely breathe around laughter at this point and reached across the table to pat Combeferre’s shoulder. “Well that’s a boner killer of there ever was one.” Combeferre blushed and Grantaire laughed, raising an eyebrow. “Or perhaps not.”
“I like it when he gets excited about things.” Combeferre shrugged trying to pretend he wasn’t embarrassed.
“No I understand-” Grantaire shook his head. “I mean Enjolras has ended up talking social justice in bed so many times it’s hard not to get turned on in meetings.”
Combeferre seemed delighted by this and was opening his mouth to say something when another voice cut in.
“Wait- is that why you get that glazed look?” Enjolras interjected and the two of them blinked, realizing that at some point Enjolras and courfeyrac had halted the conversation to listen to theirs. And the two of them seemed to be trying to choose between laughing harder and apologizing. In the end Grantaire chose the former and Combeferre the latter. After a couple of moments Combeferre and Enjolras switched seats so that everyone was facing their proper date again. There was an awkward couple of seconds before Grantaire got a very serious look on his face and reached across the table, taking Enjolras’s hand in his.
“Enjolras.” Grantaire said, earnest enough to hush the whole table, waiting to see what was so important. “Have I ever told you about how great Feuilly is?”
And Combeferre was gone. He had to set his head on the table as he shook with silent laughter and Grantaire cackled loud enough to draw looks from the rest of the people in the restaurant.
This was the first and last double date this group went on.