You are sitting on the couch in the living room of his cottage, drinking tea. Ronald simply cannot sit still and would always stand up and walk back and forth.

"I just can't take it anymore!" He exclaims.

"Eighth date, eighth! Can you believe it?! My mother would not stop setting them up for me! Who even invented that stupid rule that I can take over family business only after marriage!" He groans, looking at you with desperation in his eyes.