The Helper

Tonight, Ferdinand found himself in a night club as he was trying to get some quiet time. He saw it as the best way to get a break from the drama that had been taking place at the Hawthorne Mansion, even if just for a little while.

As he drank the contents of his glass, a sudden collision jolted him out of his thoughts.

The liquid splattered across his shirt, but before Ferdinand could react, the man with a sheepish grin was already wiping away the spilled drink with tissues.

"Sorry, mate. My bad," the man said. When he caught a glimpse of Ferdinand's face, his eyes widened in recognition. "Wait... you're Ferdinand Hawthorne!"

Ferdinand managed a small smile, acknowledging the man's realization.

" Yes, that's me." Ferdinand replied.

" OMG," I never thought I'd see you in such a place, I am so honored." The man commented.

They shared introductions, with the man revealing himself as Blake, a self-proclaimed admirer of Ferdinand's.

Their conversation flowed effortlessly as they exchan