Just as I was about to pick up my phone to call Rose, a woman in a leopard-print leather jacket and miniskirt pushed open the door. At this time, the men's eyes suddenly focused on her, who had just entered the door.
“You're late,” I said to Rose.
“I have to work to support myself.” Rose's eyes were tired and her makeup was smeared. It looked like she hadn't cleared her makeup in the morning.
“To be honest, I also want to find a sugar daddy just like you,” she said as she reached for her coffee. She was a little upset when she realized that the cup was empty. She asked the waiter for a mocha.
“Do you have any other plans today?” I asked.
“I'm taking the day off. Last night I was having a good time with a guest at a casino. I won $10,000 playing Texas hold'em for that damn old b.astard. He graciously tipped me three times more than usual,” Rose said as she pulled a Marlboro cigarette from her purse. She took out a delicate pink zippo lighter and lit it.
