Leaning against a metal column near gate sixty-four, Michel Madison was enjoying a raspberry danish while watching people waiting for their flight. He loved to watch people’s behavior from the sidelines.
Humans fascinated him both in all their graciousness and in all their shortcomings. He had already noticed a few prominent figures, but he watched them all. He treasured individuals who explored the globe. It was a trait he valued highly. He liked curious people willing to take risks to broaden their minds and soak up bits of culture.
He was particularly drawn to a few people, but mostly to Alain Dupont, the one this entire trip was about. Madison watched him with amusement. The guy was about to have a panic attack or just outright collapse. He was like a deer in the headlights in the ce
