Budapest, 4:17 PM.

A mild breeze carried the scent of roasted chestnuts and warm pavement as tourists meandered through Sz�chenyi Square, the afternoon light glinting off statues and brass railings. Street musicians played a soft, jazzy rendition of "Autumn Leaves" nearby, while the Danube shimmered beyond the trees beneath a wide, cloudless sky.

Among the foot traffic stood a very young man - early twenties at most - wearing a clean black T-shirt, khaki shorts, and a Cleveland Guardians cap, worn straight and low over his brow. He was handsome in an approachable, boyish way: striking eyes, symmetrical features, and an open, affable energy that made strangers smile back without thinking.

He stood in front of the statue of Count Istv�n Sz�chenyi, holding his phone high, cycling through angles, snapping selfies with goofy expressions and exaggerated peace signs. He grinned in every shot, sometimes sticking his tongue out, sometimes squinting one eye like a cartoon character. A few passersby smiled in amusement. Most just moved on.

Just as he leaned back to get a different angle, he lost his footing slightly, stumbling to the side - and nearly bumped into a woman standing nearby.

"Oops, sorry," he said quickly, regaining his balance. "Excuse me, please."

His accent was unmistakably American.

The woman turned to him, already smiling. She'd been watching him for a minute or so, entertained by his tourist energy.

"It's okay," she said. "Looks like you got some nice pictures."

"Yeah," he said, a little sheepish. "I'm leaving tonight. Back to Cleveland."

"Ohio?"

He nodded. "Yeah. Only here for one night. Business trip. Trying to soak up as much as I can before I have to go."

There was a flicker of genuine disappointment in his voice.

"We're from Indiana," she replied, motioning over her shoulder at two girls gathered around a shop window. "Here on vacation. We've got two more days left."

"I'm jealous," he said, letting out a breathy laugh. "I've got one thing planned - reserved myself a table for dinner. People say it's a charming little place."

He turned his phone around, showing her a photo of a small bistro tucked down a narrow street, warm lantern light glowing in the image.

"That does look charming," she said with admiration.

"It's two streets that way," he pointed.

"Hey, that's toward our hotel," she said.

"Sweet!" he said, brightening. "My hotel's that way too. But first, I've got a bunch of pictures left to take. That reservation is for two, by default - just me and my phone."

He gave the phone a mock shake in the air, laughing sarcastically.

She smiled - feeling a twinge of sympathy.

"We don't have any plans for tonight either," she said casually, even though she knew her friends did.

His eyebrows lifted. "Oh? Would you? maybe want to join me?"

There was hope in his eyes, just enough to make the question feel honest, not pushy.

She paused, then said, "Actually? that would be great. I'm sure my friends will let me sneak away for a couple of hours."

"Cool," he said, grinning. "How about we meet at the restaurant at seven?"

"Seven sounds good."

He started to take a step back, then stopped and smiled. "I'm Tyler, by the way."

She returned the smile. "Rachel."

"Nice to meet you, Rachel."

"Nice to meet you too, Tyler."

Her friends were starting to drift back toward her, still chatting and laughing.

"See you in a few," Tyler said.

"Later," Rachel waved.

He turned and walked down the square, already raising his phone again.

Rachel watched him for a moment, her smile lingering. Then she turned back to her friends.

Rachel's hotel room was alive with warmth and laughter. Clothes and makeup were scattered casually around the room as the three young women moved between the bathroom and bedroom, music drifting softly from a speaker on the dresser, playing a breezy, relaxed playlist that matched their mood perfectly.

"Hand me the mascara?" called Emily from the bathroom, leaning toward the mirror, carefully brushing her dark lashes.

"Catch!" laughed Sarah, tossing the tube gently to her.

"Careful, careful!" Emily teased, catching it deftly. "You almost ruined my masterpiece."

"Masterpiece? You spent half an hour on that eyeliner," Rachel joked from the bed, where she was slipping into a soft, flattering sundress.

"Hey," Emily protested playfully, "perfection takes time."

Sarah adjusted the thin straps of her top in the mirror, smoothing the fabric down her waist. "Can we talk about how amazing the shopping was today? Those boutiques near V�ci Street were unreal."

"Oh my God, and the food," Emily said dreamily, stepping out from the bathroom. "I swear I gained five pounds just from that pastry shop alone."

"Totally worth it," Rachel said, smiling as she stepped toward the mirror, brushing her hair into soft waves that cascaded effortlessly around her shoulders.

"Speaking of sweet treats," Sarah teased lightly, eyes glinting mischievously, "What about your dinner date tonight, Rach?"

Rachel rolled her eyes affectionately. "It's not really a date, Sarah."

"Well, whatever it is, Kyle is adorable," Emily interjected, sitting on the bed and leaning back onto her elbows. "Those eyes? I mean, come on."

"Totally," Sarah agreed, nodding enthusiastically. "You could do worse than a cute guy from Cleveland."

Rachel laughed softly, applying a delicate layer of gloss to her lips. "Honestly, I just felt kind of bad for him. It's his last few hours here, and I didn't want him to spend them alone. It seemed like the nice thing to do."

"You're sweet," Emily smiled warmly. "He definitely appreciated the gesture."

Sarah nodded, adding gently, "Yeah, it was really thoughtful, Rachel."

Rachel smiled shyly, shaking her head. "Whatever, guys. Let's just go before I change my mind."

With a final check in the mirror, the three gathered their things and left the room, laughter trailing after them. Stepping into the warm evening air, they made their way down the charming cobblestone streets toward the restaurant. The sun was slipping lower in the sky, casting Budapest in hues of gold and pink, the lights along the streets beginning to flicker softly to life.

"This city is magic," Emily murmured, breathing in deeply.

"Totally agree," Rachel sighed contentedly, feeling the gentle breeze play across her skin. "Perfect place for a little vacation romance," Sarah teased gently, nudging Rachel with her elbow.

Rachel laughed, cheeks flushing softly as they turned down the narrow street toward the restaurant, the evening quickly settling into a cozy, inviting darkness.

By the time the three girlfriends reached the restaurant, darkness had settled beautifully over Budapest. Every street was alive with a magical glow - streetlights casting pools of golden light, vintage street lamps glowing softly, shop windows warmly lit, giving the city an enchanting, fairytale-like atmosphere.

As they approached the meeting spot, Kyle stood waiting on the corner of a very narrow, cobblestone street. He waved enthusiastically and somewhat awkwardly, his Guardians cap and clothes unchanged, his demeanor charmingly shy. On one side of the narrow street was the restaurant, radiantly lit, with soft, inviting music drifting gently outward. The other side was lined with parked cars, scooters, motorcycles, and bicycles, forming a picturesque European scene.

Kyle stepped forward, smiling warmly, holding out a single, lovely flower to Rachel. Her girlfriends giggled softly, exchanging knowing glances.

"Alright," Rachel said with playful annoyance, rolling her eyes lightly at her friends. "I'll meet you two back at the hotel."

Kyle smiled bashfully, slightly embarrassed by their teasing. Once her friends departed with lingering giggles, Kyle offered Rachel his arm gallantly. "Shall we?"

"Absolutely," Rachel smiled, linking her arm in his.

Together, they walked to the restaurant's corner and then about twenty feet further down the narrow street, arriving at two charming tables set cozily outside. One was neatly prepared for two guests, bathed in a warm glow from the restaurant's windows and the soft overhead string lights. Kyle moved smoothly, gracefully, pulling out Rachel's chair like a perfect gentleman. She sat down, and he took his seat opposite her.

Their conversation flowed effortlessly, exploring favorite spots they'd visited, foods they'd tasted, and even humorous travel mishaps. Kyle described his morning spent wandering along the Danube, captivated by Budapest's architecture, while Rachel laughed about her friends getting lost near the Market Hall. Their laughter mingled warmly in the evening air.

Minutes later, a friendly waiter appeared, handing them menus and enthusiastically describing the chef's specials in charmingly accented English - rich goulash, fresh paprika chicken, and traditional Hungarian desserts. He recommended a local wine to pair with each dish, his excitement contagious, adding to their anticipation of the meal. After promising to return shortly, he slipped back inside.

As they continued their engaging conversation, Rachel and Kyle leisurely examined their menus, discussing their culinary preferences and debating playfully over what sounded best. The atmosphere around them buzzed gently, the quiet street creating a warm, intimate backdrop.

After a few more minutes of pleasant conversation, Kyle offered a slightly apologetic smile and excused himself briefly, stepping away toward the restaurant's entrance and disappearing through the restaurant's door.

What happened next unfolded in just thirty incredible seconds.

Inside, Kyle swiftly exited through another door into a dimly lit alley. His movements remained graceful but shifted into something else entirely - faster, sharper, executed with astonishing speed and control. He removed his Guardians cap, revealing a completely bald head, stuffing the cap swiftly into his jacket pocket. He peeled away a thin layer of makeup-like skin from his face, exposing the weathered features of a forty-year-old man, then stuffed the synthetic mask into another pocket. Next, he popped out colored contact lenses, storing them quickly into his pants pocket. With a sharp movement, he tore away his pants, revealing longer, worn jean shorts beneath. He shrugged off his jacket - now filled with the discarded items - flipped it inside out, and put it back on.

Emerging from the alley behind the restaurant onto a busy city street was now a distinctly shorter, heavyset, middle-aged man, bald-headed, comfortably wearing jean shorts and a casual jacket.

At this moment, Rachel was still seated comfortably, engrossed in reading the menu. Suddenly, without warning, every light and note of music went dark. The narrow street plunged into complete blackness.

Two figures burst swiftly from the car parked directly across the narrow street. One moved immediately behind Rachel, pressing a cloth firmly to her face. She struggled weakly, only for a few desperate moments before going completely limp. The flower Kyle had given her fell gently onto the cobblestones beneath her chair.

Quickly, quietly, the two abductors lifted her from the chair, carried her effortlessly across the street, placed her into the car, and drove away rapidly into the night. It all happened with precision, unnerving speed, and complete silence.

Then, as suddenly as it had vanished, the music resumed, and the lights flickered gently back on. A few seconds later, the friendly waiter returned, collected the menus from the table, casually picked up the fallen flower from the ground, and walked calmly back into the beautiful, inviting restaurant.