Randy walked to the girls' locker room and knocked on the door. He held his breath nervously as he waited for someone to open the door. Sure enough it was her.
"Randy, what are you doing here?" the blond diva asked, clearly surprised.
"Stacy we should talk," he said, hoping she'll say yes.
Stacy nodded.
"Just let me get my things," she said as she walked back inside the locker room.
After a couple of minutes, Stacy walked out and Randy suggested they go to a restaurant near by.
[Restaurant]
"Stacy can't you give me-us another chance?" Randy pleaded.
"I'm sorry Randy. It's over. We've just grown so far apart," Stacy explained, not wanting to hurt his feelings.
"I can change. I'll do anything," Randy said desperately.
Stacy sighed.
"It's not you. It's us. Our relationship is just not working out. I've moved on. You should too."
"But I can't. No matter how hard I try, I can't. I need you Stace," Randy cried.
"No you don't. You think you do, but you don't." Stacy got up and walked out and only then did he finally realized it was really over.