Nael
I step from one foot to the other as I watch the reporters file in slowly, one by one. Jordan straightens next to me. We are both standing behind a slightly wider podium set up in the press room of the palace, small black microphones angled in three different directions. I look out at the dark red chairs filling up with more and more people, cameras ready.
„It’s going to be okay. Here.“, Jordan pushes the glass of water towards me and takes a sip out of his own.
„Thanks, man.“, I smile at him.
„I don’t even know why I’m nervous. I wasn’t a minute ago, but now… Jesus, I’m well prepared for anything they could ask me, so there is no need to be nervous.“
My hands clench into fists.
Jordan clasps my shoulder and squeezes it. There is movement off to our left, and the door we both
