Days turned into weeks, and Léon couldn't shake the feeling that his encounter with Alexandre had left on him. He found himself wandering the streets of Le Marais, hoping to catch another glimpse of the enigmatic stranger.
It wasn't until he stumbled upon a small, upscale gallery in the heart of the neighborhood that he saw Alexandre again.
Léon had been exploring the gallery's latest exhibition, lost in thought as he contemplated the vibrant colors and bold brushstrokes on display. Suddenly, he felt a presence behind him, and turned to see Alexandre standing in front of a stunning portrait, his eyes fixed intently on the canvas.
For a moment, they simply stared at each other, the tension between them palpable. Then, without a word, Alexandre turned and disappeared into the crowd.
Léon felt a surge of frustration and disappointment. Why did Alexandre keep appearing and disappearing like a ghost? And what did he want from Léon, anyway?
Determined to get some answers, Léon set off in pursuit of Alexandre, weaving through the crowded gallery with a sense of purpose.
He finally caught up with Alexandre outside, where he was standing on the sidewalk, looking out over the rooftops.
"Alexandre," Léon said, his voice firm but respectful.
Alexandre turned, a hint of surprise flickering across his face. "Léon," he replied, his voice low and smooth. "I didn't expect to see you again so soon."
Léon took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest. "I want to know what you want from me," he said, his voice steady.
Alexandre's smile was enigmatic. "Perhaps I just want to get to know you, Léon," he said, his eyes glinting with amusement.
Léon felt a shiver run down his spine. There was something about Alexandre that drew him in, something that made him feel like he was drowning in those piercing green eyes.
