"Alex," he said, taking her hands in his.
"I know what you're thinking," she snaps.
"Don't waste your time. We both know what you're getting at. I get it. We're done. It's over. Don't waste your time with the sappy hand-holding bull s**t."
"No, Alex. That's not what I -- "
"Just forget it, Andrew. Don't try and make excuses just so you can get out of it now and text it to me later. If we're gonna be done, I'd rather just get it over with already." She walks away, leaving him sitting alone on a bench . . . holding a ring.