Steve wiped the water droplets from his face and placed the used tissue on the side table. He then signaled the waiter to clean the soup he had spit out on the floor before leaning lazily against the chair, his eyes fixed on Ruby, who had been waiting patiently with a smile. Suddenly, he let out a laugh and then composed his somewhat sloppy demeanor.
Ruby noticed Steve's change in expression and sensed that he was about to say something. She became tense, her hands silently clenching into fists.
After a moment, Steve straightened his back, his expression becoming extremely serious. He stared at Ruby for a while, cleared his throat, and finally spoke, "Ruby, setting aside the notion of compatible backgrounds in marriage, even if I had no such requirements, I wouldn't be so desperate as to choose someone like Maya Mitchell."
"To put it simply, if Maya were the only woman left in the world, I still wouldn't lay eyes on her. If possible, I'm too lazy to even look at her."
