In My Desperate Time

The pole dancer is relatively arrogant and has little contact with me. I know nothing about her except her stage name Meow.
However, I always have an inexplicable sense of familiarity whenever I see her.
This doubt lasts until I hear a joking voice, “Don’t you think this woman looks like the last one Frances brought to the birthday
party?” The so-called “last one” should mean me. After hearing this word, I have a good look at Meow who is standing in front of
them. Although I can only see her side face, her facial features really look similar to mine at the first glance.
“Frances, what do you think?” Someone asks.
I spontaneously look at Frances Louis who is sitting in the middle of the crowd and shaking the glass in his hand cozily. After a
few seconds, he raises his head lazily and replies softly, "Yeah."
What does he mean? The answer confuses not only me but also those people. They seem to try to flatter Frances Louis, so his
unclear attitude worries them.
“ I think they look much alike, too.” At this moment, I hear Lawrence Jordan’s voice. I just notice that he has gone upstairs at
some time. As he has a good relationship with Frances Louis, it’s not strange that he also comes here.
However, I find it’s harder to know a man’ thoughts compared to that of women. He likes Whitney Jordan, so doesn’t he feel
embarrassed when seeing Frances Louis?
“What about letting this beauty stay with Frances tonight?” Lawrence continues.
“Lawrence, you are so light-hearted. Frances is your brother-in-law, won’t your sister blow up at you when learning your word?”
Someone jokes.
“Never mind. No need to let women know what we men do outside.”
“You are right.” The crowd starts a lively discussion while Frances keep a poker face, as if it is none of his business.
“Jane, let’s go serve them to earn some tips.” Fiona comes over and says.
“I don’t feel well now, you go first.” I shake my head and chuckle. Fiona nods and go upstairs happily.
Having nothing else to do, I plan to have a walk to get some air. Staying where Frances Louis is will make me depressed and
breathless.

Then I hear Meow saying coldly, “I come here perform to make a living, not to entertain you rich guys. If there is nothing else, I
will leave now.”
Although I know Meow has a cold personality, it’s improper to say that in front of these rich and famous people. So I start to
worry about her.
“Stupid. It’s your honor to stay with Frances, so many people long for it!” Sure enough, someone pounds the table and says
coldly.
“I don’t care about this kind of honor.” Meow says before turning and walking down.
At this moment, I find that Meow is really very similar to me, at least we have the same stubborn character.
I stop to see how the affair ends up.
Suddenly, Frances Louis who is keeping silent before, now stands up and stares at Meow for a while. “Tonight, you stay with
me.” Finally he says in a deep voice.