Marius is one a quest to find his One True Love, Grantaire and Courfeyrac are in a far too good mood since both of them are getting laid regularly and Bahorel might be a bit too unbothered by the recreational drug use in his kitchen. Montparnasse just wishes he would have never made the decision to work in a coffee shop.
It’s not that Montparnasse hates people who talk. Everyone talks, it’s kind of inevitable, sadly. He just hates people who talk too much
and if he sometimes considers two words too much then well, everyone
has the right to their own opinion, freedom of mind, bla bla, some
idealistic bullshit, whatever.
So when on a Tuesday morning a
lanky, dishevelled young man who looks like he’s about twenty but has an
air about him that makes him seem more like fifteen bursts through the
door of the coffee shop, steps up to the counter and starts talking…
Well, it’s just Montparnasse’s civil right to absolutely despise him.
hello, good morning, I’m looking for Courfeyrac, is he here? He said
he’d be here, I mean he said so yesterday when he left so I don’t know, I
just really, really need to talk to him, it’s important, I met the love
of my life!”