Gene Meaden was growing impatient, about to drive off, when he spotted Betsy Russell getting off a cab at a distance.
He straightened his suit, cleared his throat, and approached Betsy with a proud smile. "Miss Russell, I like you," he said.
As he spoke, he pointed to a sports car parked not far away. The back seat was filled with roses. He looked at Betsy tenderly and presented a three-carat diamond ring in front of her. "Miss Russell, can I be your boyfriend?"
Betsy glanced at the roses and the ring in Gene's hand, gently shook her head and declined, "Mr. Meaden, thank you for your care, but I have no plans for a relationship. I'm sorry."
Afterwards, Betsy, completely unhesitant, walked past Gene, prepared to enter the hotel.
