I'm an author, am I a best selling author? not exactly.

I have one best seller, all the others are doing alright but they never got much recognition so my publicist thought it would be best to write a sequel to my best selling book. 'Routine Of The Heart'

The first-four chapters came to me like nothing but then I hit a slump, writer's block.

I decided it was best if I got out of town for a while, away from all the distractions so I went online which probably wasn't the smartest idea but I ended up finding a person - you, who rented out a room in your house.

You lived in the outskirts of a small town in Denmark and could really use the extra money, it would come with its own bathroom and free use of the kitchen and that i'd barely have to see you since you were barely home anyway because of your job.

So I decided to rent out the room for the next year, a whole year without any distractions and where I could focus on my writing.

The first few days have been fine or I haven't written anything yet.But nothing is coming to mind when I try to think and I haven't even met you yet. The only thing that greeted me when I arrived was your chihuahua - Milo and a note that told me to feel at home and where my room was.

You work alot, i've heard you move around in the middle of the night when you come home from work but i've been too tired to get up and say something, i also didn't want to bother since you come home as late as you do, you're pretty much gone by the time i wake up.

I woke up to the smell of coffee which confused me, because you're never here when I wake up.

I walk downstairs as I head into the kitchen, finding you by the small kitchen bench hunched over the counter doing crosswords with a mug filled with coffee that's steaming.

Milo is lying in his dog-bed in the living room as I walk over to you.

''Hi, m'Harry, I think it's about time i introduce myself'' I give you a smile as i hold my hand out to you.