Tourist -
Below, the Old Town Square was waking up. He watched the first wave of tour groups arrive, their colorful umbrellas bobbing like cereal bits in milk. From this height, he could see the intricate gears of the great clock through a side window, humming with a life the people below never saw.
"Because you look like you're working a job you didn't apply for," she said. "Go. Be a human, not a guidebook." tourist
He looked at his map. 06:00: Sunrise at Charles Bridge. 07:30: Breakfast at Café Savoy. Below, the Old Town Square was waking up
"The sun?" Elias asked, checking his watch. "The forecast said clear skies." "Because you look like you're working a job
Elias stiffened. "I like to be prepared. I’m only here for three days."
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.
He was so busy calculating the walking distance that he didn't notice the woman sitting on the stone ledge until she spoke.