My Moon: An Enjolras Love Story

i like the way you always tease

SÉRAPHINE POV

Once I entered the glass doors of La Lune, I immediately knew why Enjolras thought it would be such an ideal place for a date. Everything about the restaurant oozed lusciousness and class -- although I loved going to our usual restaurant with everyone, the sophistication and luxuriousness of La Lune were captivating. Sparkly chandeliers hung from the ceilings, a violinist was seated in the corner playing a Bach piece, and there was a small vase of flowers in the middle of every table. A young man in a fancy serving uniform approached us shortly after we walked in.

"Hello," the man greeted, smiling a professional yet not insincere smile. "Table for two?"

"Yes, please," Enjolras responded. "Thank you very much."

As the man ushered us to our seats, which were at a cozy circular table in the middle of the restaurant, I smiled to myself. Perhaps I was just being my dreamy self, but Enjolras must have really, truly liked me a lot if he wanted to take me to a place like this!

"Enjoy," the man smiled, pouring us two glasses of water and giving us each a menu.

"Thank you," Enjolras and I responded in unison. We then turned towards each other and shared a smile, the kind of smile that I interpreted to mean "I'm really happy to be here with you today."

As if he were reading my mind, Enjolras said, "I'm very happy that we're here together right now."

I flushed -- what a charmer! -- and replied, "Well, as am I."

"You should be," he teased. "I would be happy to be here with me, too."

Citing the Bible, I joked, "When pride comes, then comes disgrace. You'd better watch out!"

"You know your Biblical references."

"Well, I did forego attending Mass today in order to prepare for my day with you," I admitted with a chuckle. "I should probably attempt, at the very least, to show some piety today."

"Therein lies the difference. I did go to Mass this morning -- 8 AM, sharp, just as always. So I think that means I can get away with a bit more today than you can."

I giggled, extremely pleased with how effortless conversing with Enjolras was. He was the perfect blend of serious and fun -- though anyone could tell he was a very diligent person, I and the other schoolboys he was friends with were lucky enough to see him joking on occasion. It was wonderful to have the privilege to be among the people he trusted and liked enough to tease.

"I love talking to you," I told him. "I have never met anyone I have this much to talk about with. Not even 'Ponine."

"Wow," he said with a genuine smile. "I have seen the way you and Éponine interact. For you to have this much to talk about with me says quite a bit. I'm flattered."

I did not even respond to his statement. I simply flashed him a big, friendly smile -- and watched in happiness as he reciprocated it. As this happened, our waiter arrived and we placed our orders for our meals.

"So, tell me, Miss Beaulieu," Enjolras began, "about this previous boyfriend of yours."

"Sorry?" I questioned, wondering why he would bring up my past lover -- if one could even call him that.

"You mentioned that you have only dated one man before me. What was he like? What am I competing against?"

I heartily laughed. "You aren't competing against very much. His name was Emaurri. He was the older cousin of one of the children I babysat a few years back. He was rude and selfish and vain. We only dated for a month, and we only kissed twice. I ended things with him because he cared more about himself than about me. Really, Enjolras, he was nowhere near as polite and considerate as you are. Or as handsome, if I'm being candid! The only thing you two have in common is the first letter of your name."