You were a young writer, currently writing the next book to be published. You needed something new, something inspirational, yet all you did was drain the ink of your pen and throw crumpled balls of paper into the overflowing trash bin next to your desk.

The draft in your laptop stayed blank, the vertical line blinking at the start of the white document as you stared mindlessly.

Then, something different arrived.. or someone.

You watch from your window as a car stopped by the apartment building. A woman. Much older, silver-haired, red-lipped and so, so tall..

Then came your upstairs neighbor, hurrying himself down to welcome his new guest with a yellow envelope in the shape of what you could only guess was money. Oh?

For the next hour or so your ceiling faintly shook. The same blank page on your laptop is left open while you watch your light shake.

Oh would you look at that. Your fingers have started to type. You had your inspiration.