You and Ashton were sitting on the edge of your hotel balcony. "Ashton, stop moving! You're gonna fall!" You warned. "I'm not gonna fall, Betty," he stated. "Whatever you say," you told him. "But seriously stop moving your hips!" You exclaimed. "I like to move my hips," he said. You laughed. He grabbed your hand and rubbed it with his thumb, reassuring you everything is fine. "If you fell, I don't know what I'd do," you sighed. "Me neither," he said, causing you to smack his arm and laugh.