"Happy birthday again, man! Here's another one to you!" some guy I'm pretty sure I have never seen in my entire life raises a glass to me before I get into my car and my driver for the night leaves the club behind us, heading straight home.

42. I just turned 42.

Yeah, the last few years have been great. It's not easy to be one of the biggest TV Show runners in America. An amazing career. I'm busy 24/7. All the awards I've gotten, the albums I've released, the movies I've written and directed… I even hosted the Oscars, for Christ Sake!

I'm a pretty damn lucky son of a bitch!

But still, at 42, I am, yet again, going home to an empty bed, feeling as lonely as usual.

Looking over the car window, I sigh loudly when, all of a sudden, the driver stops the car abruptly and I almost hit my face on the front seat.

"What the fuck was that?" I yell at the driver.

"Sorry, Mr. Macfarlane, but that lady showed up out of nowhere!" the driver practically yells in disbelief.

I step out of my car, ready for an argument, which is unlike me, but maybe it will help me get ride of these blues and cheer me up a little.

"Hey! What's wrong with you showing out of nowhere like that? Who even walks in LA anyways, specially at 2 in the morning?" I walk towards the woman that has her back to me while she is trying to put one of her shoes back on.

"It's none of your business! You almost killed me!"

"It wasn't him, I was the one driving." the driver steps out of the car in an attempt to cover my ass "Go back into the car, please, Mister."

"Oh, sorry, go back in there, little man, and let the adults talk here." she teases me.

"Hey!" the driver warns her.

"What? He can't talk for himself?" she looks at me "What are you? You know what, don't even bother. I bet you are just another one of these stupid Hollywood brats."

"That's enough" the driver warns again, but I'm angry enough as I walk towards her.

"I can defend myself just fine, but turns out none of this is our fault, it's yours for just -" I stop myself as I get close enough from her to realize she has her eyes and nose red, probably from crying "Are you crying? Are you hurt?" I touch her shoulder, in a stupid attempt to calm her down.

"Don't touch me! I'm fine. I'm not hurt. I'm fine. Just go, leave me alone." she tries to run away, but twists her foot and falls on the floor "Fuck!"

"Hey, here, let me help you." I try to reach out for her, but see she's already crying her eyes out "Oh, great!" I say under my breath.

"What? You little brat can't handle a woman crying? Fine! Then leave! I don't even know why you stopped anyways! I was just minding my own business…"

"You almost caused an accident when you ran out of nowhere in front of the car!" the driver can't believe the situation.

"Chris, that's ok, I got this. Just go back to the car and take it off the middle of the street. I'll be right there" I ask my driver and he does as he is told "Listen, calm down. You are clearly upset and you're right, it's none of my business what's going on, but look." I point out to her right ankle "You've twisted your ankle. It's fucking bad. Let me help you, take you to a hospital or something. That's all. You don't have to talk to me or anything. I'll just give you a ride. The driver is paid for the whole night already". I give her a smile to convince her to let me help her.

"I don't' need you, I'll be fine. I don't even know why you're trying to help me anyways".

"I know you don't need me" Jeez, what a stubborn ass "I'm asking myself why I'm helping you, crazy girl, but I can't just leave you crying your eyes out with an ankle the size of a volleyball in the middle of the streets at 2 in the morning!" she looks at her ankle, realizing for the first time how bad the situation is "Come on. I won't offer again. And God knows what weirdo is gonna stop next to try and help you." I make and air quote for the word help "I'm guessing I'm your best bet, crazy girl." I stand up and offer my hand out to her.

She looks at her ankle again, and then up at me, her ankle one more time and sighs loudly.

"Fine! I'll help you and I'll be your good deed of the year." She rolls her eyes out as she reaches for my hand.

As she stands up, I realize not only that she is a tall girl, as tall as I am, but also that she has the most amazing hazel eyes.

'Hm… This might get interesting.' I tell myself as she leans on me and hops with her good foot to my car 'Happy birthday to me' I think again before closing the car door.