Paul walked through the airport with his laptop bag on his shoulder. He went up to the rental car kiosk and handed the clerk his driver's license and credit card, "hi, I'm Paul Levesque, I have a reservation on an SUV for the next three days."

He walked out the door towards the parking lot, the keys to his rental car in his hand. He pushed the unlock button a couple times, finally seeing the lights flash on a big black Chevrolet Suburban. He threw his three suitcases in the back and slowly stepped around to the front of the car.

As he pulled into the Staples Center parking lot, his phone started to ring, he quickly glanced at the screen and sighed, seeing it was Stephanie. He thought about answering it, but instead, just shoved back in his pocket. It was the first time he'd heard from her in the past two weeks, ever since she was all over him after he'd taken her to McDonalds.

After he parked in a stall, he stayed in the car to give him some time to think. He looked at his phone again, seeing she was calling him for a second time, "I really can't talk to you right now," he yelled to himself. Half of him wanted to go find Stephanie and finish what she started in the car that day, but the other half didn't want to even talk to her.

Stephanie burst into the women's locker room and looked around, "Maryse, I need to talk to you, alone, like now," she stood next to her friend, watching impatiently as she caked mascara on, "I have a personal issue going on right now Maryse, I need to talk to you."

"Okay, fine, just let me finish my makeup. I'm not about to walk out of this room with only one eye done up with my mascara," she glanced over, "what kind of personal issues are you having?"

Stephanie looked around, "man troubles. With someone I shouldn't have been with. Nothing happened though," she closed her eyes, thinking about what did happen, and what almost happened.

"What do you mean nothing happened?" Maryse took her outside, "who were you with Stephanie? Would I know him?"

"Okay, this happened two weeks ago," she blushed, "Paul Levesque and I went to McDonalds for lunch, and we didn't want to eat at the arena, so I had him park in a parking lot so we could eat somewhere private. After we ate, he started playing with the radio, and I turned into a whole different person. I reached over and turned the radio off, and I kissed him. And before I knew it, I was on top of him, straddling his legs. Maryse, I wasn't myself, I was on my period, I had so many emotions going through me all at once. I felt so slutty, and I haven't talked to him since. I tried to call him earlier but he won't answer his phone."

Maryse bit her lip, "okay, so, you guys haven't talked at all? What about the show tapings? Don't you guys talk then?"

"Well, we talk about that, but, he won't talk to me about anything else. He's being all quiet and weird now. I wish I wouldn't have asked him to lunch."

Maryse blushed as Paul came down the hallway, "he's right there," she turned around and went back into the locker room, leaving them in the hallway alone.

Stephanie closed her eyes for a second, "Paul, I think you and I need to talk," she pushed her hair back behind her ears, "I don't like this awkwardness between us."

"You're the one who made it awkward. In my car, remember?" He put his bag down and sighed.

"I know," she glanced around, searching her head for words, "Paul, I wish I knew what to say, I don't know if sorry is the right word. Can't we just start over and act like nothing happened?"

Before he could answer, they heard Vince's voice coming from the elevators down the hallway, "I have to go get dressed," he grabbed his bag and hurried towards the men's locker room.

"Paul," she ran after him, "forget my dad, I just want to talk to you," she grabbed his arm, "why are you still trying to ignore me?"

"I don't want to deal with your dad Stephanie. I think its better that we don't talk unless its about our storyline," he saw the sadness in her eyes, hating himself for having to say that.

She went to walk away, but he grabbed onto her arm, "what are you doing?" She tried to pull free but he was holding onto her too tight, "Paul, let go of me."

"Are you busy right now?" He asked, his eyes wandering around, looking for Vince, "come outside with me to my car, so I can talk to you without anyone else."

"What are you two doing? Paul, shouldn't you be getting ready for the show tonight?" Vince stared at them with a suspicious grin.

"We were just talking about the show, nothing else dad," Stephanie frowned and slowly walked away, "I'll see you during the show," she looked up to Vince, "I'm gonna be getting ready in the women's locker room." They walked away together, their backs to Paul.

He watched them, but he saw her slightly turn her head around towards him, so he held his hand up to his cheek as if he were holding a phone and whispered, "call me," hoping she would just turn around, forget about her father, and come back to him.

"What's wrong with you?" John Cena noticed his friend came in the locker room with a saddened expression on his face, "you okay Paul?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, just tired," he lied, plastering on a fake smile. He sat on one of the benches and took out his phone. He sent Stephanie a text message telling her he wanted to see her in the parking lot. She quickly replied, making him jump up, "watch my stuff, I'll be right back." He raced down the hallway to the stairs, he wanted to make sure he got there first.