"Would I really put you out of business?" he inquired with a finger to his lip, "Or would I bring in more business? Something to ponder.."
Michael set the dancing book down and veered closer to the counter. His fingers tapped lightly upon the side of the register as Megan answered the girl's question.
"As friendly as friends could be," Michael added, "and as much as I try, Megan here doesn't fancy me her type." His blue eyes flickered onto the petite brunette.