Food? What food?”, Emma asked, confusion painting her entire face.

The man’s laughter was loud and booming, like she’d just told the best joke in the world. “Ah, you are teasing me already! Just like last time.”

“Last time?” she asked slowly.

“Yes, yes! The conference in Oran, four years ago! You were, how do you say, a storm in the negotiations. I still tell people about you!”

Emma’s mind scrambled. Four years ago, she was… well, she didn’t ...