A glowing dusk, an empty street, candles burning in windows; the side streets of Cluj-Napoca, Transylvania. A young man quietly strolls down the brick street. The sky is clear, except for a few stray cirrus clouds. It is a lovely night in the north-western Romanian city.

Looking ahead, the young man saw a boy in the distance. A crowd was gathering around him. The young man stopped and heard music coming from the boy's direction. Walking closer, he saw that it was a violinist and people were throwing coins into the boy's violin case.

The song is a soft, sad melody. It was like hearing a tragedy, at least the young man thought so. Then, just like dropping off a cliff, he stopped. The crowd clapped loudly and a few whistled. Many threw large coins into the violin case. The young man threw a 50 lei and a 10 lei into the case and started to walk in the direction he intended to go before getting distracted.

"SIGNORE! GRAZIE! TANTE GRAZIE!" The boy yelled at him as he walked off

The young man simply waved.

"Ah! Non lo so come romeni sapere essere cosí generoso!" I exclaimed "Perfino la spagnoli non sono stati come genere."

Sadness set in soon and I sighed

"I wonder where I can stay the night..." I muttered to myself

Truth was, I was really broke. Traveling had it's toll, and annoying enough, it was the loss of money. Those nice Romanians actually gave me enough money for some food and a place to stay while I was in town. The only problem was that I needed some place to stay.

Looking around town, I found that there was no place to spend the night. All of the rooms had been filled. I would have to sleep outside- No. That time was over a long time ago. I would be no better then I was back then.

I would have to ask for a room. How hard could it be?

A lot harder than I had anticipated. Going door to door, wasn't the best idea. I was always turned down, at least I until I came to one, large house. The only thing, it was owned by the nice guy who gave me 60 lei.

'KNOCK!' 'KNOCK!'

*one minute later*

"Salut? Ce dorești?" the man asked me

It was at that moment that I saw that he red eyes and I shivered and avoided his stare.

"Um...I'm sorry to ask anything of y-you sir...b-but may I stay the night? All of the inns are full..." I stuttered in my horrible Romanian

I didn't see his face, but I could tell that he was skeptic about it.

"...alright...You must stay in the room in which I show you. If I find you wandering around anywhere, I will shove you out immediately"

Looking up, I saw that a glare was on his face.

"Mulţumesc mult" I said, again trying to avoid his glare

He opened the door wider and let me into his large home. Inside, he had me follow him down a very long hallway. There weren't many doors in the hall, so they must have been important.

"What is your name?" he asked me

"El- Alphonse Frisc"

"Good. Now I'll know who to report if anything goes missing."

He thought I would steal things? I would never go that low! I may have had no money, but that didn't mean I would do anything for money! My maman taught me a lot better than that!

After showing me to where I must stay, the man locked the door. It honestly made no sense what so ever that he think I might steal something if he was going to lock the door. At the time, I just put it off as cultural differences. I didn't know that he was trying to scare me.

An hour passed. I quickly changed my clothes and turn off the lamp in the room. Quietly, I put my mary-janes on and took my wig off. Then, slowly and softer than a mouse, I opened up the window and slipped out into dark streets of Cluj-Napoca.

A/n: based off one of my favorite pairings.

Translations:

SIGNORE! GRAZIE! TANTE GRAZIE – SIR! THANK YOU! THANK YOU VERY MUCH!

Ah! Non lo so come romeni sapere essere cosí generoso! - Ah! I don't know how Romanians can be so generous!

Perfino la spagnoli non sono stati come genere – Not even the Spaniards were so kind

Salut? Ce dorești?- Hello? What do you want?

Mulţumesc mult – Thank you very much