Grantaire begged Kevin to bring him along with him and the girls on their weekly visit to the mall. He wanted to go to build-a-bear. Before he can get his bear, he has to help Heather pick out clothes.

"What do you think about this shirt?" Heather asks Grantaire as she holds up a red crop top.

"It's cute." Grantaire shrugs. He's not really into fashion. He usually wears a graphic T-shirt with Hawaiian shirts on top and cuffed jeans. Heather sighs and puts the shirt back in the rack.

"You're right, it's hideous." Her stomach growls. "Here, get us some food. I don't care where you get it from. I'll meet you at the food court when I finish up here." Heather hands Grantaire her debit card.

Grantaire heads to the food court and is immediately overwhelmed by all the options. He eventually decides on Auntie Annie's and heads to the counter.

He stands there for a second waiting for the person in front of him to get their food. Once they finish he walks up to the counter and immediately his eyes open wide from shock.

"Oh, hey Grantaire." The man behind the counter says. "What can I get for you?" Grantaire pauses before he speaks.

"... Enjolras...? What are you doing here?"

"...Working?" Enjolras answers a bit confused as if his answer shouldn't be obvious.

"I didn't know you were a pretzel boy."

"And I didn't know you were a boy who liked pretzels." He smiles. Grantaire blushes. "Anyway," He clears his throat and gets back on topic, "What can I get you?"

Grantaire thinks. He knew what he was going to get before this strange interaction but suddenly he just can't remember. He stares at the menu, not really reading it, but hoping he can remember.

"Uh... could I get three original pretzels and..... um... oh! Two cinnamon sugar pretzels."

"Sure thing." He rings him up. "That'll be $18.25." Grantaire puts Heather's card in the machine. "We'll have your order out shortly."

"Aren't you going to ask for my name?"

"I already know your name, silly."

"What if I wanted to say a funny name? Silly." Grantaire replies. Enjolras raises an eyebrow.

"Yeah? Ok. Can I get a name for your order?" Enjolras says while leaning on the counter and smirking.

"Tess Tickles," He says trying his hardest to stay serious. Enjolras shakes his head also trying not to laugh.

"You're such a nimrod, Tess Tickles."

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