"You heard it right," he confirmed, his gaze unwavering.
"I want to," I began, my voice trembling with both excitement and fear, "but I don't have a visa."
He gave me a small, reassuring smile. "Seriously, do you need a visa when you will be going with me?"
"But it's your country," I said, my concern deepening. "Your people will be there… media could be there too. If people or any media got the information..."
Karim nodded, acknowledging the potential complications. "You're right."
He got up, his demeanor shifting into one of focused determination.
He pulled out his phone and made a call, walking towards the window. The dim light cast long shadows across the room, making him look like a dark silhouette against the night sky.
I watched him, my heart pounding, wondering what he was planning now.
After what felt like an eternity, he came back to the couch, his expression resolute. "Pack your things."
