Nathan’s POV
About three of the seven people in the room looked up when I walked in, their faces immediately lighting up with recognition. One of them, a confident black man, got up instantly from his chair and rushed over to me. I felt inwardly fortunate for having a first-class experience with excited fans in an enclosed space in the absence of security.
“It’s Nathan Rothwell!” he called out to the others as he grabbed my hand in an eager handshake. “Man, it is honestly an honour to meet you in person. Never thought I would actually see you here.”
I gave a small smirk and nodded. “Yeah, that’s definitely unexpected.”
He turned and ushered me to an empty seat. “You must be the last person we have been waiting for.”
Last person?
The others crowded around me, shaking my hand and pull
