Rami and I were on our way back to the hotel, he's been teasing me about how nervous I was during the meeting for a good hour now.
"Like a phone vibration mood," Rami had said, his voice laced with amusement.
I glared at him, or at least tried to. My face was probably still flushed, a mix of adrenaline and mortification. "It was my first time, Rami. Give me a break."
He chuckled, a warm, rumbling sound that usually soothed me. Tonight, though, it felt like he was poking fun at a particularly flustered kitten. "Oh, come on, I'm just messing around with you, but seriously I thought you were going to pass out."
"Stop, or I'll hit you," I said, but a small smile was tugging at the corners of my mouth. It was true. I'd been a mess. The presentation, which I'd practiced a thousand times in m
