He had tried to forget it. To pretend as though it had never happened, that it was just some strange figment of his imagination, brought on by fatigue and too much red bull. Stranger things had happened beneath such a combination, after all. He had almost managed to convince himself that what he remembered really was just all in his head-

When he saw him again.

Enjolras had ignores him, at first. What else was he supposed to do? The man was a stranger- capitalizing on the strange. So he thought nothing of it; surely it was just a coincidence.

When it happened a third time, in a completely different place Enjolras began to suspect something was amiss. When it happened a fourth- he'd had enough.

"Are you following me?" He demanded, out of the blue on the sidewalk, having stalked up to the other with fury burning clearly on his features.