Joyce, presented as a wealthy young woman, arrives alone at a nighttime venue while onlookers whisper about why she came. A man who recognizes her from school approaches, thanks her, asks if it’s her first time, and apologizes for a smell. He warns he’ll sound blunt, calls himself a “typical greasy creep,” struggles to find words, then drops a shock: "I'm your future husband." The declaration stops the group and centers all attention on Joyce, leaving the claim unresolved and her immediate response hanging in the air.