Phillip tried to reach for the bottle when he thought she was drinking too much. He knew the water would help, but too much and it would make her stomach churn and the nausea turn into full out vomiting. Before he could touch the bottle, however, Whitney lowered it and told him to sit down. He shrugged going to sit, but his heart was pounding in the base of his chest. Why was he so nervous? Whitney wasn't sick, it was probably just food poisoning or nerves at seeing him again or something...but something felt off.
His heart was still pounding as he sat down, and it was clear by the nervous look on his face that something had changed. "Alright, Whit, I'm sitting, I'm not making advances at you....what more could you want? You can go ahead and tell me what's up now. Did the stocks fall? Are the overseas branches suffering or something? You can tell me..." Phillip was clearly nervous, because instead of his smooth, careful words, his voice was rambling on and on with the thoughts fading one into the other.