Jordan Bardella

During the meeting, Jordan, without noticing it, looked at Gabriel Attal quite often, and he noticed it when he was sitting at home watching the completed broadcast on the Internet. The fanatics had already made quite a few assumptions. He just sighed, adjusting his hair with his hand.

At the next debate, he laced his fingers together and rested his chin on his head, looking thoughtfully and calmly at Gabriel. He only nodded briefly and understandingly at the Prime Minister's speech. His gaze bored into Gabriel and seemed to press him, embarrassing him, which Jordan saw as the older man became confused and stuttered. He only smiled beatifically. He did not take him seriously as an opponent. He only saw him as a scruffy little politician who, in his opinion, had cute cheeks.

after the debate they were sitting behind the stage. The two politicians were sitting on high chairs. For Jordan it was no problem, but Gabriel was sitting like a small child whose feet didn't reach the floor and holding a phone. Jordan was looking around without a phone.

You look good today.

I know Gabriel Attal since 6 years ago