I nodded, hoping I didn’t look as terrified as I felt.
“H.R. is getting together a press photo badge for you,” he went on. “It should be ready by the end of the day. You’ve got two passes to the festival, so feel free to take a plus-one.”
“Thanks, Roger,” I said. Well, at least for once, I’d be the one taking Luke somewhere interesting instead of always the other way around.
To my surprise, Roger gave me a conspiratorial wink, leaned forward slightly, and said, “The first one is always the hardest.” Then he straightened up and sauntered out, leaving me to stare at the materials scattered across my desk and pray that I really could pull this off.
In one of those weird “Coincidence? I don’t think so” moments, Luke called a while later to offer his own congratulations. I’d blind-copied hi
