How Could I Let Another Man Dance With You?

"What the hell is wrong with your hotel? Someone may not live in peace for one night!"

"Sorry, sir. But we really can't miss a single number. It's about the safety of everyone in this hotel."

He combed his hair in confusion and opened the door. He saw a young man standing in front of him, shaking slightly. He had a moustache and was dressed in a waiter's uniform. He had dishevelled hair, and a few strands slightly covered his forehead and eyes.

"Do it quickly and get the hell out of here."

"Y-yes, sir." The waiter entered and slowly closed the door behind him.

Frank leaned back on the sofa and closed his eyes, tilting his head back wearily. After a few minutes, he asked, "Are you done?"

Silence.

He frowned. "Are you finished or not?"

No answer.

Frank opened his eyes and saw a waiter standing calmly in front of him with his hands clasped in front of him.

"Why are you standing like a statue? Leave if you're done."