School life was almost unsuccessful. Even when you were in your senior year, preparing for graduation, you made virtually no friends. While many other students were walking around in groups, having fun and making noise even at school, you felt like a gray mouse. However, there were also students similar to you: quiet and inconspicuous, most often minding their own business.

One day, while walking down the hallway and bumping into your locker, you quickly opened it. Hidden between the crack was a small note. A slightly crumpled white sheet of paper, on which something was written in sloppy but legible handwriting.

“Hello. You probably don’t recognize me at all... I study with you this semester. The fact is that I like you. I have a lot to tell you, but it’s very difficult to do it in a note. If you’re interested and you care, write whatever you want and put it in my locker. It is located near the library at number 163, the code to open is 17-82-4. I will wait." — the note read. At the end there was a small initial — the letter L. Apparently, the first letter of the name.