Ashton sat there at the bar, feeling awkward and uncomfortable. The only thing that made him feel slightly less uncomfortable right now was the autumn breeze and the way the maple leaves were falling outside, and the warm drink in his hand.

"God what's wrong with me."

Ashton said this very quietly to himself. The man is an author for gods sake, and he's completely different on the job. People knew him as the guy who could solve anything express feelings of himself, of the characters in a way that no one could possibly have thought of, and it was so relatable. So much so he made over £5 million within the first year. Yet he was nervous to talk to this one person...