[ She knew the feeling of disappointment well. Her gut wrenched just for him, for anybody to have sadness. It wasn’t visible on his face, no, but she could tell. He did not expect her there, he expected another girl. ]
“I— Wait, this girl— she gave you.. my address? Who is she?”
[ You can’t blame the girl for being curious, what with the multiple people trying to kill her from day to day. ]
“No one. Just –– this girl named Eponine. You wouldn’t know her. I imagine she picked your address at random.”
[ There’s always a chance it was picked on purpose, and he’s simply disregarding something significant. But he can’t see anything that he wouldn’t see otherwise, no matter how many glances he casts around. ]
