Joy and Another Woman

As we entered the restaurant and chose a spot to settle down, I unexpectedly spotted a familiar figure. However, he wasn't alone; there was a woman sitting across from him. 

Instantly, my nerves tensed, and my heartbeat seemed to stop. 

Their table wasn't far from ours, and Joy appeared to notice me too, but he merely glanced indifferently before shifting his gaze away.

From my angle, I could only see the woman's back. She was slender and elegantly dressed in expensive clothing, clearly someone who demands high quality in her lifestyle. Her wavy, seaweed-like hair moved rhythmically with every gesture she made, radiating vibrancy. She was talking to Joy, and I could imagine her face must have been charmingly smiling because Joy had a doting smile on his face—a smile I seldom saw on him.

Monica followed my stunned gaze, quickly looking back at me with a questioning expression, "What's going on?"