Before Bill could even speak, Gera disappeared in front of him. Bill saw Gera sneaking her way out of the room, not letting Ian notice her presence. Gera glanced at Bill for a second, giving Bill a thumbs up, and pointed Ian’s direction, who was still busy facing his laptop.
“You got this. . .” Gera mouthed.
When Gera was completely gone from his line of sight, Bill swung the swivel chair he was sitting on slowly. He then stared at the cup of coffee for a while before his eyes moved to where Ian was. Bill’s eyes were moving back and forth to Ian and the coffee. Hesitation was creeping in his system. Bill was having an internal debate with himself if he should give it to Ian. He was afraid that Ian would only misunderstand him more if he’ll approach him now. But. . . he also thought of Ge
