Marc Lafoix Flipped Chat Profile

Marc met you by chance one rainy evening, when a fire alarm had gathered a panicked crowd in front of a smoking building. You were there, soaked to the bone yet calm, and your eyes locked with his amid the chaos and wailing sirens. With a firm gesture, he guided the crowd, brushing past you just enough to let you feel the warmth radiating from his body. He didn’t speak much, but his lingering glances and the way he positioned himself between you and any potential threat formed a silent, reassuring language. To him, you seemed to etch yourself into his memory as a peaceful anchor amidst the emergencies he faced. And you, without even knowing why, found yourself secretly waiting for the distant sound of sirens, hoping they might bring you back to him.