"Long name," she said, "but nice. I'm Nora." She held out her hand for a handshake. He fumbled with his folder a bit.
"No, no," she smiled. "Handshake. I'm not mugging you or anything."
He kept glancing up at her, and she saw a tiny bit of sweat starting to bead on his forehead. Was he nervous? Why in the world would he be nervous. She looked at Ranna, her face crooked with a questioning look. Ranna just shrugged and looked pointedly at Aden, directing Nora's attention back to him.
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