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Elias was a "proper" tourist. He had the laminated itinerary, the pre-booked walking tours, and a portable battery pack that could jump-start a small car. He had spent months reading travel blogs like The Guardian to ensure he didn't miss a single "must-see" monument. But as he stood on the Charles Bridge, waiting for a sunrise that was currently smothered by a thick, grey fog, the checklist in his pocket felt heavy.

"The sun?" Elias asked, checking his watch. "The forecast said clear skies."

He looked at his map. 06:00: Sunrise at Charles Bridge. 07:30: Breakfast at Café Savoy. tourist

"Because you look like you're working a job you didn't apply for," she said. "Go. Be a human, not a guidebook."

For the first time since he landed, Elias didn't look at his watch. He wasn't a tourist anymore; he was just a man in a room, in a city, at a moment that wasn't scheduled. Elias was a "proper" tourist

Elias stiffened. "I like to be prepared. I’m only here for three days."

Elias looked at the key, then at his itinerary. Opening shutters wasn't on the list. It would push breakfast back by forty minutes. But as he stood on the Charles Bridge,

He was so busy calculating the walking distance that he didn't notice the woman sitting on the stone ledge until she spoke.