Léon stood frozen, his hand still extended from the brief touch. Camille's voice broke the spell, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.
"Mon dieu, Léon! Who was that?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Léon shook his head, feeling dazed. "I...I don't know. He said his name was Alexandre."
Camille's eyes widened. "Alexandre? As in, Alexandre Dumont?"
Léon's confusion deepened. "I don't know. Who's Alexandre Dumont?"
Camille leaned in, her voice taking on a conspiratorial tone. "Only one of the most powerful and elusive men in Paris. Rumors say he's involved in some shady dealings, but no one really knows the truth."
Léon's mind reeled as he processed this new information. Who was Alexandre Dumont, really? And why did he seem so...fascinating?
As the night wore on, Léon found himself scanning the crowd, hoping to catch another glimpse of Alexandre. But he was nowhere to be found.
It wasn't until they were leaving the club, the cool night air a welcome respite from the sweltering heat inside, that Léon saw him again.
Alexandre stood leaning against a sleek black car, his eyes fixed intently on Léon. For a moment, they simply stared at each other, the world around them melting away.
Then, without a word, Alexandre pushed off from the car and disappeared into the night, leaving Léon feeling both frustrated and intrigued.
