[For Serena]

[abaisse_chef]

Enjolras had found that the Hub was a good place to work, most days. The heat kept many people from frequenting it during the day when the compound was so nearby, especially those for who the artificially cooled climate of that building was not a new and wondrous novelty, but simply yet another convenience taken for granted

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[turnthebadinme]

Serena had a bundle of magazines in her arms again as she headed to the Hub, but she'd largely been hoping to run into one of the people who ran the place so she could get drinks for the upcoming party. She hadn't expected to run into Enjolras. For a moment, she hesitated, wondering if she ought to simply leave.

[abaisse_chef]

Enjolras looked up as he heard someone enter, his expression turning wary as he saw who it was. "...Bonjour, mademoiselle." He wondered if she had spoken to Combeferre since that morning on the compound roof. She deserved some explanation for the tense situation she'd unwittingly stumbled into, though part of him thought she should not have disturbed them on that day in the first place. Still, she had no way of knowing.

[turnthebadinme]

"Bonjour," Serena replied, shifting her weight to her other foot. She was unaccustomed to feeling quite so ill at ease. "J'espère que vous êtes bien aujourd'hui?" Politeness was a refuge, at least, which she knew well. The lessons of her earliest childhood had, despite her fuss at the time, always proved useful.

[abaisse_chef]

"Bien assez. Et vous?" From the girl's demeanour he was assuming that she had not, in fact, spoken to Combeferre, and was unaware of the reasons behind their behaviour. Either that or Combeferre had spoken particularly ill of him, and he was fairly certain that was not the case. No matter what the problem had been between them, Combeferre wasn't at all petty or spiteful. He was noble and fair and loyal.

"Vous pouvez me joindre," he added after a few brief moments of regarding her in silence, gesturing to the empty stool next to him. She seemed almost like a bird about to take wing, hovering in the entrance and looking uncomfortable.