He let out a sigh and turned to face Phina, who was grinning slyly at him. With her legs crossed in front of her, she was already seated next to him. He spoke, avoiding his gaze.
He moaned, "It's not funny, Phina."
Still, she laughed. Again, she chuckled briefly and said, "Yeah, it is." She watched as he rolled his eyes. "He is just concerned. Give him a break."
"Whatever." was his response. They remained silent for a brief period.
With a sigh, Patrick rested his head back on the chair's headrest and turned to look at Phina. With a tiny smile pulling at the corner of her lips, she was preoccupied with staring at him. He studied her, from her cleavage to her chest. She was still in her bra when he looked away from her body and said something she couldn't understand.
She said, "Are you okay?" to him.