"There is a difference between having seen someone, and purposefully watching them or following them!" Enjolras huffed, and although he did not do it, it wasn't hard to imagine that the blond had his hands on his hips, scowling down at the other. Briefly his eyes clipped to the hot dog, and his nose wrinkled in disgust. At least the state of that was one thing they could agree on; the hot dog looked pretty awful.

"But that is your defense, then. That this is all coincidence," he sounded disbelieving. He opened his mouth to further argue his point- and then shut it abruptly, pursing his lips and not sure how to phrase what bothered him about this the most.

"Did anything happen to you on the bus?" he demanded, and now he did put his hands on his hips, narrowing his eyes and glaring. Instead of phrasing his own troubles in any articulate way, he decided to pose them instead as a question. Put the ball in Grantaire's court, so to speak.