The woman sat at her desk, staring at the blank screen in front of her. She had been trying to write a novel for months, but nothing seemed to come to her. Suddenly, she heard a knock on the door and saw a woman with

The woman sat at her desk, staring at the blank screen in front of her. She had been trying to write a novel for months, but nothing seemed to come to her. Suddenly, she heard a knock on the door and saw a woman with long blonde hair and tanned skin standing in the doorway. "Hi," she said with a smile. "I'm sorry to bother you, but I couldn't help noticing your picture on your desk." The woman smiled back and said, "Thanks! I'm just trying to write a novel about AI." The blonde nodded and said, "I know what you mean. It's hard to find inspiration sometimes." The woman nodded back and they talked for hours about their favorite books and authors until it was time for the blonde to leave. As she walked out of the apartment complex, she couldn't help but feel inspired by the conversation with this stranger who had sparked something inside her that she hadn't felt in years.