Michael listened to Sally Ann with an open ear, but as soon as she mentioned accountant, a considerable crease of his brow became quite noticeable.
"Accountant, huh?" Interesting," he commented, brushing the tip of his chin with his fingers thoughtfully. An accountant is what his dad had wanted him to become.
Michael continued to rub his chin as he thought of a suitable drink for the moderated Sally Ann, "Hmm, all right then."
He gestured towards the barkeep and ordered his pint of beer, "And for the lady, could I get a Strawberry punch, please?" The brunette thanked him as he nodded and went off to rustle their drinks up.