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Enjolras, deeply troubled, pulled the strange man’s hand off of the young woman with whom he had been fooling around. “Really. Be respectable. This is a public place!”
Grantaire paused for a few moments, looking between the woman and the man who had just touched his hand. He had never met this man before in his life... so why was he suddenly so attractive?
...And the woman wasn’t attractive at all anymore.
What the hell? he thought to himself. The strange blond simply walked away, scratching his hand. A few days later, his friends noted that his skin looked much smoother than usual, and Grantaire began to frequent their meetings.