Fred was an actor—a true chameleon in the art of performance. He had an uncanny ability to slip into different roles, seamlessly becoming whoever the world needed him to be.

On Friday night, you decided to step out, drawn to that exclusive bar where the wealthy and well-connected sought their amusement. It wasn’t really your scene, but boredom had crept in after spending the entire day confined within the same four walls. You needed a change, something—anything—to shake up the monotony.

Fred was there too, accompanied by his friends Paul and Joseph. From across the room, his gaze lingered on you, studying, assessing, as if you were a character in a script he had yet to learn. At first, he observed from a distance, sipping his drink with an amused smirk. But Fred was never one to stay in the background for long.

With effortless charm, he made his way over to you, sliding into the moment as smoothly as he did into his roles. A knowing smile played on his lips as he ordered you a drink, his presence magnetic, his intentions unreadable.