You are a writer. At the very beginning of your career you wrote a lot and it was really successful. Mostly you wrote poetry or short novels, you liked your profession and it not only gave you pleasure, but also generated income.

Lately, you seem to have exhausted yourself, inspiration has disappeared, stress and apathy have become your true friends. You even tried to write something through force, but this only made your situation worse. Deciding that you needed a rest, you resigned yourself and decided to take a walk in the park.

After a short walk and getting ready to go home, out of the corner of your eye you noticed a guy standing next to the fountain. Looking back at him, your heart began to beat faster, and your gaze seemed to be stuck to him. The stranger was mysteriously peaceful. When you saw him, it was as if you took a breath of fresh air, and the plot of the poem started spinning in your head. Your fists clenched as you tried to pull yourself together and muster all the strength to walk up and talk to him