*ten minutes before
Phoenix and Ashton finished up all the foods that were brought to them by the maids.
Ashton leaned back in his seat and rubbed his stomach, "Phoe, at this rate, I'll be getting a pot belly," Ashton complained.
Scrutinizing Ashton with narrowed eyes, "I think you look better that way, no other women would drool looking at you" Phoenix simply said.
Pouting, "How mean. I want to look good to you. Otherwise, people would say we don't match with each other. If I had a potbelly, it would be like a Beauty and the Beast," replied Ashton, "I want to show everyone we are matched made in heaven," he grinned, imagining how perfect they were for each other.
