#mathieu morin

        Mathieu Morin did not know why these two people were approaching him. He had figured on drinking his coffee and going home in peace, but it was beginning to look like that might not be a possibility anymore.

        One of the people was an adult man. He wore a gray jacket and gray pants. His eyes and hair were gray, and his tie – but his shirt was white. His companion was a boy around Mathieu’s age. He was tall and thin, and he sported a blue shirt, a dark gray sweater, and denim jeans. A pair of thin glasses perched on his long nose. 

        The man and the boy stopped in front of Mathieu, and the man said something in English. The boy slid into the seat across from Mathieu, and the man pulled up a third chair. 

        “Bonjour,” the boy began. “Je m’appelle Kincaid Montgomery. Vous êtes Mathieu Morin, n’est-ce pas?”

        “Oui,” Mathieu agreed warily. The boy turned to the man and said something in English, then returned his attention to Mathieu.

        “Mathieu,” he began, “J’ai – nous avons – une question pour vous.” 

        Mathieu shrugged and said, “Alors, demandez.”

        “Avez-vous,” Kincaid began, then stopped and took a breath, as if steadying himself. “Avez-vous déjà – quand vous étiez furieux, peut-être – avez-vous fait des choses que vos amis, que les autres gens ne peuvent pas?”

        “Quoi,” Mathieu replied with a smirk, “comme voler?” 

        “Pouvez-vous voler?” the boy inquired, seriously. Mathieu snorted, but Kincaid’s gaze held steady. 

        “Vous êtes sérieux?” Mathieu demanded. “Vous me croiriez si je vous disais que je peux voler?” 

        “Peut-être.” 

        Mathieu gaped at him. “Vraiment?” 

        “Oui, peut-être.” He looked Mathieu square in the eyes and raised a hand to his temple. “Vous pensez que je suis fou. Vous ne comprendez pas pourquoi nous sommes ici ou – oh. C’est Monsieur Ackerman. Nous sommes ici parce que vous êtes spéciaux. Vous voulez rentrer chez vous, parce que vous avez oublié de faire la vaisselle et vous voulez la faire avant que votre mère retourne.” He lowered his hand. “J’suis désolé.” 

        The boy had just read his thoughts.