“Ian.” Bill nudged an elbow on Ian’s side. “I have a question.”
Ian hummed in return and raised a brow as he looked at Bill, asking the guy what’s the matter. He was already packing and fixing his things inside his bag, preparing to leave his station and went home right after.
He stared at Bill, who was also looking at him but still thinking about the question he’s going to ask. He watched Bill place both of his hands on his table, leaning backwards as if he was sitting at the edge of his table. One of his feet was over the other.
“Isn’t that guy named Kurt the same guy last Saturday at the restaurant?” Bill finally asked. Yet, he made it clearer, “The waiter who served the free meal to you?” he added, asking again as he was not sure about it. But in Bill’s mind he knew he could not be
