A Franc or Two - Les Misérables [IN EDITING]

Lunch - Chapter 6

The rest of your lunch date with Grantaire was quite entertaining.

Immediately after Clement-Hadrian was escorted inside by Grantaire, Madame Houcheloup was quick to take him under her wing— and both you and Grantaire were left alone...

To be frank, you didn't learn much about him— and he didn't learn much about you, either. You kept on dodging each other's questions... hell, it had even become an inside joke by that point. You'd ask random questions and answer with another— which was something you both seemed to enjoy.

"What kind of animals do you like?" you asked, staring Grantaire in the eye while resisting the urge to smile. He had managed to keep a straight face the whole time... and his questions were the ones that were horribly absurd.

"What animal would you have sex with?"

"What's your favorite book?"

"How come men have nipples?"

"What do you want to be remembered for?"

"What's your favorite flavor of shit?"

You bursted out laughing. It was quick to get to the point where your sides hurt quite badly— and you were glad to see Grantaire laughing quite a bit, too.

"You've eaten shit before?" you asked, still gasping for breath as you wiped your eyes.

"If I did, I would remember... So no," he said, chuckling at the fact that you were still laughing.

You laughed even more.

"I got you to answer that! I win!" you said, taking in a few more breaths as you sat up in your seat and smiled. "God... I'm crying. You're hilarious."

Grantaire chuckled.

"I know," he said. The amount of sarcasm and sass lacing his voice made you chuckle again— and it hurt your sides quite a bit.

"Ouch," you said. You laughed as the man at the piano had passed out. It took three men (which, aside from you and Grantaire, seemed to be the rest of costumer population of the café) to roll him off of the seat.

"Hey, [Y/N]," Grantaire said. Your attention snapped back to him, and you were still smiling. He was too. "I'll buy you lunch again, if you want."

Before you could even think, you nodded.

"Absolutely," you said with a smile. "Say... you mentioned before that you play the piano—"

"I think I just read your mind," he said. He pushed himself away from the table before glancing to you, holding a hand out to help you up.

"I'm not that old, Grantaire," you chuckled. "I don't need too much help getting up."

"Says who?" he chuckled, grabbing onto your hand to pull you up anyway. "The fact that I'm pretty sure you almost fell over just now says plenty."

You rolled your eyes.

"Gee, thanks," you snickered. The both of you exchanged a giddy chuckle as you weaved through the Café— Grantaire leading the way with a grin on his face.

"Alright. Pick a song— any song!" he said while sitting onto the off-center piano seat.

"I don't know— you're the pianist here," you said.

"Yeah, but I don't know if you'd want me to chose," Grantaire mimicked with a smile.

"Then it's on me if I don't like the song," you said with a chuckle.