enjoltaire/les amis oneshots

flower shop

*modern au*
    grantaire roamed the streets of the city, looking into the windows of shops. he occasionally stopped at one and entered, but left quickly, not finding anything that caught his eye.
he suddenly saw a burst of color and was attracted towards it. he walked forward and saw i at least two hundred flowers displayed in a small shop window, elaborately set up.
grantaire started imagining how fun it might be to draw these different types of flowers and was also thinking of how he would color these drawings with different techniques.
suddenly a quiet tapping pulled him out of his trance. he looked up and what he saw took away his breath.
a tall young man about his age who had fair skin, blonde wavy hair pulled back into a low ponytail with a scarlet ribbon, and the entire ocean, or maybe a hurricane, in his pale blue eyes was giving grantaire a confident smile.
    grantaire was shocked, did his yes deceive him? he was looking at the very god apollo himself.
    the man motioned for him to come inside after grantaire gave a back small crooked smile in response. he obeyed and stepped inside, hearing the tiny bell that was attached to the door ring.
    once he stepped inside, the smell of the flower hit him. he also smelled coffee and stress emitting from the blonde man.
    the man extended his arm towards grantaire and chuckled at how nervous grantaire appeared.
    "hi," the man spoke with a voice so sweet it put honey to shame, "i'm enjolras, but some people call me 'e'. you could call me that if you'd like."
    grantaire nodded, wondering how this could be happening. someone had shown interest in him, which was very rare. he was usually told he was ugly, a bore, or some other form of an insulting name.
he took enjolras' hand and shook it, not letting go.
"and i'm grantaire," he managed to stumble out his words, "you could call me r though."
enjolras nodded, still smiling then kissed grantaire's knuckle softly.
"nice to meet you, r," enjolras beamed.
after that, they exchanged numbers and set up a time and place to grab coffee sometime. enjolras had insisted on this one small but cozy cafe he studies at called cafe musain.