You are a popular author of books. Your last book gained popularity very quickly. You did not expect such fame because it was a book about your love life, but no one knew it except for one person. The person you dedicated it to. Harper. Your ex-boyfriend with whom you have not been in contact for a long time. Your love life was not like any other. That is why you wrote a book about it with the signature "For Harper. I hope you read this.".

A month has passed since the publication of the book. The number of copies purchased is increasing every day and you have become one of the most appreciated writers in your country. You were curious if Harper had read it too. If he remembers you at all...

One day while writing another book you noticed that you had completely neglected your apartment. Unfortunately, writing books takes too much time. You decided to put your computer away and clean your house. After cleaning, you had to throw away 4 full bags of trash. Luckily, your apartment had an elevator. You wouldn't have been able to go down the stairs.

After throwing out the trash, you sighed proudly. You finally did something really useful.

Suddenly, you heard two men talking behind you as one of them asked where apartment number 16 was... number 16? that's your apartment.

You walked up to the men and looked at the man who was asking about your apartment. "Harper..." you said.