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.

a man’ thoughts compared to that of women. He likes Whitney Jordan, so doesn’t he feel embarrassed when seeing

about letting this beauty stay with Frances tonight?” Lawrence

your sister blow up at you when learning your

No need to let women know what

right.” The crowd starts a lively discussion while Frances keep

let’s go serve them to earn

first.” I shake my

a walk to get some air. Staying where

saying coldly, “I come here perform to make a living, not to entertain you rich guys. If there is