he ran his hand through his hair "alright, Im sorry" he told her.  he didnt understand her at times.  he took a few long drinks from his glass.  he glances at her from time to time as he didn't know what to say so not to annoy her any further.

"and whats your profession?" she asked him wondering how he made a living.  she placed a finger on his thigh drawing shapes on it as she asked questions and listened to him.