&& — STARTER FOR ISABEL DESROSIERS, @desrcsiers ,
there isn’t many places he should or wanted to be in this moment, but anywhere but there would be good enough for him. a parent-teacher conference is, definitely, the last thing he could be bothered to attend, never finding the use for it: his parents never attended his, were they really that important that he needed to do so for his son? he doesn’t think so. yet, after receiving e-mails requesting his presence, mathieu had decided it must be important.
maybe bernard is causing trouble—the simple thought almost makes him laugh, really: what kind of trouble a recently turned five year old could cause? seemed unlikely. maybe another kid is causing him trouble? could be… though still, weren’t all the kids in his class the same age? that would bring back to the former doubt. the more he thinks on reasons for him to be requested there—him, not bernard’s nanny or any of his employees—the less he understands it.
folding his white shirt sleeves to under his elbows, the man walks quickly through the private school’s hall, light eyes taking a look around but not paying close or much attention to anything. he entered the school very few times since his son started studying there, probably three times the most, but he manages to find the classroom he’s supposed to go with ease. taking his phone from his pocket, mathieu waits for his time to talk to the teacher, distractedly replying to texts from his colleagues and only lifting his face to the teacher when hearing his son’s name.
instead of reacting, though, he stares blankly at the woman, blinking a few times as if to remind himself she is talking to him—some could think he’s either distracted or absolutely amazed or surprised seeing her... and all of them held some truth, considering how his only move is putting his phone back into his pocket and following her inside.