Michel turned his head as the motorcycle came around the corner, and he watched as Varner pulled up to a stop in front of him. He tilted his head, eying the set-up in front of him.

"You do realize how ridiculous you look, right?" he asked, smiling a little. He shook his head. "One moment, I need to grab my overcoat." He turned and unlocked the theater doors, leaning inside to grab his coat off the rack just inside. He relocked the doors, double checking them before he turned and began walking towards the motorcycle.

"Adélaïde just ironed this suit, she would kill me if I rode in a motorcycle without something over it," he said, pulling the jacket on as he walked. He buttoned it, and stepped around to the sidecar. He climbed in, adjusting his suit and coat as he did. He did not want to get on Adélaïde's bad side.