Gerald positions himself to look out the window port, sipping his coffee and turned away from the entrance. Once the door opens, he turns around and stands.
Bonsoir Madame, glad you could make it.
He eyes the hand and pauses for a second. He grasp the hand anyways and made it a short shake, then pulled away.
Now, if you'd take a seat, we can get down to business.He resumes his seat but faces the table, bringing the coffee back into his hand.
