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Started December 12, 2022 by @knightinadream group

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"Oh…." Filip thought about calling Mister Fisher by his first name. Is it really appropriate for him to do so? Well, if he says so. "Alright then, Kurt," He nodded then added, "Call me however you wish to then. It does not matter to me." Because he is not Simon Zamfir. It would only matter if Mister Fisher, Kurt, were to find out who he really is and that will never happen. All he can do is hope that it will never happen.

After ensuring that Kurt was safely in the car, he closed the door then entered through the other side. Earlier in the morning, it was awkward getting in, but at least it was just the officer to see this. Now Filip is swallowing all the emotions that are bubbling within. No more being stiff. No more being Filip Cel Tradat. He has other eyes on him that he must trick into seeing other things now.

In the rear view mirror, the officer's dark brown eyes look up at Mister Fisher then at Filip. They watched him with calculation. Apathy still lingered. "Domnule Zamfir?" He called. "Vă duc pe voi doi înapoi la hotel?"

Filip's thumb rubbed against the side of his index finger. He stopped then looked up to see the officer's eyes in the mirror. "Da. Da, te rog. Mersi." The officer mumbles a "foarte bine atunci" then the car engine hums. Within moments, the car is off. Bucharest is only twenty-three minutes away.

Calvin had figured that it might be odd for his companion to call him by his first name, but it was something that he was used to in the States. Sometimes, formality did require using a person's last name or full name, but on a day-to-day basis at work and elsewhere, using someone's first name was just something Calvin was used to. Hearing Simon call him "Mr.Fisher," even if it was his alias, still felt a bit odd. It was sort of a force of habit just to use his first name with most people who weren't his higher-ups, but something about it was oddly comforting. It felt less stiff and awkward to him, and would hopefully make Simon feel like he could trust Calvin a bit more, possibly leading to the man giving him more information.

Something in Simon's body language did suggest he was not entirely comfortable, so perhaps asking to be referred to as Kurt may have been a bad move. It really wasn't a big deal, but seeing as it was Calvin's first time in the field, it felt like it. He had to stick to his decisions; looking indecisive would likely not reflect well on him. He just had to stay in character and things would be fine. Some sleep would seriously help him, though.

As the car started, Calvin glanced toward his companion briefly before looking out the window once again. The view was exciting, despite it mostly just being buildings for now, but he had seen pictures of the city and was interested to see how they compared to real life. He took in every piece of the scenery, not having to fake his excitement at being in this city. He could probably write a semi-decent article just about how the city itself before even getting to the juicier parts. It was almost funny, thinking about it. Writing was something that he did to relax or for fun usually, since he kept a journal quite diligently–though he did unfortunately have to leave some things out just in case–and so what his false identity's job was would actually be somewhat relaxing for him. Well, until he got to writing about the actual conflict in the country. That would still be interesting at least, and was an important story to tell, despite it not being his mission itself. He blinked, realizing again that his mind had begun wandering as the landscape came back into focus. He really needed to sleep.

Only five minutes into the car ride, Filip started to become more at ease. All the tension in his body has left it aching. He sat up straight and leaned back into the seat while his hands neatly rested on his lap. For a couple of seconds, he was staring at the driver, but then he turned his head to look out the window and enjoyed the sights they had passed by. Really he hasn't been in a car that much. This may be his second or third time. He always walks everywhere or uses the old bike when his grandfather isn't using it. Of course you always see them go up and down the streets, especially the black ones. Sometimes the old ladies who sit by their windows tell him how many had passed by the complex. Now he wonders if some of them are giving information to the Securitate.

The driver rarely looked back at the passengers. He was wondering whether or not the two of them would be talking. Of course it would be in English most likely, but he can still report on what was going on, even if it is just guesses or by how the two act. It was silent as they entered the capital and all the way up until he pulled up to the entrance of a tall rectangular ivory building: the Eminescu Hotel.

Filip mutters a thanks then steps out of the car. "I'll go get your things," He said to Kurt. In his head, he began practicing calling Mister Fisher by his first name. If it makes him comfortable, then why not? Swiftly, he opens the trunk and does his best to handle the suitcases and briefcase. He just wants to get this over with so he can be away from the officer and any black cars for a while. He's exhausted already.

Calvin nodded at Simon's words, giving the driver a quick thank you–in Romanian this time, at least he remembered that much–before getting out. It seemed only fitting, rather than using English that the driver might not understand. Of course, if he responded, Calvin might not catch everything that was said, but that was what practice was for. Learning an entire language was quite difficult, even if one had known bits and pieces for a while. It was much easier on paper than in practice; Calvin could write much more than he could say, mostly due to the faster pace and involvement that a conversation took. And of course, the pronunciation element added to it.

He followed his companion out of the car, meeting him near the trunk. Sure, it might be part of Simon's job to handle the luggage, but Calvin still wanted to help. He paused for a moment, trying to remember whether it was considered rude to attempt that. In some cultures, offering to help with things like that made it seem as if you were calling the person in charge of it incompetent. He settled on standing a bit off to the side, ready to offer help if it seemed that Simon was struggling.

Calvin just hoped that this would over for the day soon so he could rest and then regroup, trying to figure out the most efficient way to go about this. That was, of course, something that he had already given a lot of thought to, but now that he was here he could use what little he had learned and streamline that idea. He didn't have to go too into detail, though; making a plan rigid meant that he would not have any flexibility should something more unpredictable happen. He had to be prepared for anything.

Once making sure that everything and everyone was in the right place, Filip used his elbow to close the trunk. The driver must have been looking through one of the mirrors because the car drove off almost immediately after. Filip watched while taking a deep breath. Relief brushed over him. Never has been so relieved to see some leave. It's not over yet.

Carrying three pieces of luggage is not that bad. Surprisingly he has carried much more when he was younger. And no, he does not require assistance. Technically this is his job after all. Even if his job is to spy on this friendly American, he still wants to be as nice as possible. He wonders if being nice and all would matter in the end. It only would if he gets caught. No. Just thinking about that made him shiver.

Turning around, his eyes met Kurt. He has get back to the mission. Right. Another smile appeared on his face. "Let's go inside." Without waiting a second, he was briskly walking towards the entrance. "I think you will like it here. It is a really nice hotel. I have friends here so if you do need anything and I am not around, you should go to one of them. They are nice too."

He hasn't told anyone in Eminescu about this; not like he has the choice to anyways. So when the doorman caught a glimpse of Filip, he made a funny look before shaking his head. The doorman's glove-covered fingers wrapped around the door handle, holding the door for Filip and Kurt. "Mersi." Filip muttered.

Calvin could tell that Simon had everything under control here. He looked like a pro carrying the luggage, so he didn't offer to help. It was obvious that Simon had experience with that sort of thing, and he didn't want to offend the guy by making him seem incompetent. He ended up somewhat awkwardly following him as they went into the hotel. God, ambiguous social situations had never been Calvin's strong suit, but that was a normal dilemma, he supposed. He would just power through any awkwardness and hope for the best. Maybe the awkwardness would help him in the long run, because no one was too perfect and polished in social settings, right? Introverted journalists still had to exist, surely. It might even make him less suspicious.

As his companion talked about the hotel and service, Calvin nodded along. It was good to know that the people here were nice and competent. Calvin wondered what Simon's relationship with the hotel was exactly, since he seemed to know it fairly well and the doorman had a bit of an odd reaction to the man entering. Hm. For the moment though, he would act oblivious, since it was possibly just a personal thing and he shouldn't read too much into it for now. But he would keep these sort of small things in the back of his mind, because who knew how they would add up in the long run. He thanked the doorman as well as they walked through, looking around the hotel lobby.

"Thank you for carrying my luggage," Calvin acknowledged once they were inside. He felt bad just sort of letting the man do it, but he had been raised in a household where he was taught that one needed to do everything for himself. This had led him to form somewhat of an "accepting help is fine but don't take it for granted" sort of mentality. At any rate, a good sleep was practically calling his name now. His body felt heavier now that it was so close.

"Hmm?" He looked over at Kurt then down at the luggage. Filip nodded, "Of course! Of course! Anything for you, Kurt. It is my job too, but I do not mind." He walks up to the front desk then stops.

If the look from the doorman was not strange enough, the front desk clerk's was something else. Filip wished he could have explained the situation, especially to one of his only friends who happens to be the front desk clerk who's staring at both Filip and Kurt. Costin is a twenty-three year old who has been at the hotel for the same amount of time that Filip has. His stark blue eyes grew wide, but then he shook his head and gave the two men a brief smile.

"Bun venit! Poti sa-mi spui numele te rog?" Costin asked. The front desk clerk took a look at Kurt. His eyes squinted. Filip shook his head then answered, "Kurt Fisher. Vorbeşte în mare parte engleză."

Filip looked over at Kurt, flashing him a small assuring smile. "This is Costin Lupu. He is one of my friends. He doesn't speak English, but he will gladly help you when needed. Costin knows a few words, but he's better at reading. He is great."

As he spoke, Costin whispered Kurt's name to himself while going through the reservations. "Oh, cameră trei douăzeci şi partu." He turns around to fetch the key with the number 324. In a moment, he looks at Kurt while holding it out towards him. "Poftim, domnule." Filip translates, "Here you go, sir."

Hm, another weird reaction from the hotel staff. Sure, Simon said he was friends with these people, but was there more than that at play here? Both the doorman and the clerk had seemed almost…surprised that Simon was here with him. It was odd, to say the least. One explanation could be that they weren't as good of friends as Simon made them sound, but he and the clerk were surely friendly enough with each other. They seemed too familiar for Simon's words to be a lie, but still…Something was off here.

However, that was something that Calvin would have to put on the back burner until he could safely sleep. He was so close now that soon he would be able to drift off. Luckily, he had a great memory, but he might write some things down in a code to help himself remember just in case. Even writing about innocuous things made him nervous should someone find them.

Again, as the two Romanians chatted, Calvin understood the gist of what they said but not exactly each individual word. It was good he had a translator with him, because otherwise communicating would definitely be a bit of a struggle.

Calvin took the key from Costin gratefully, nodding his thanks at the both of them. "Mersi." He glanced towards his companion before adding, in English, "I think I should probably head to sleep now. I am exhausted from the travel. Thank you again for your hospitality."

There is only so much that Filip can control in this situation. Alas, he can only do so much. He just realized that Costin and his animated expressions are now a major concern to him. What if Kurt suspects something and then starts to not trust him? What if Kurt finds out what he is doing? What if the Securitate finds out that he has failed because Kurt finds out?

Stop it, he tells himself. Every muscle in his body was stiff. His mind felt like it was on fire. Maybe he just needs to hide in the wine cellar and relax for a bit. Technically, he doesn't have to be at the hotel till the night shift starts, but he feels rather exhausted at this time of day.

The clerk's eyes widened at Kurt's thanks. While they have served English-speaking guest before and the guests learn basic words in Romanian, it's always something to hear one of them say a word as simple as mersi. "Desigur," Costin replies. To which Filip translates, "Of course."

Filip faces Kurt. Somehow he has no idea what to think when it comes to this American. And yet, he has to give a gentle nod. He has to pretend like there isn't a million eyes on him, watching his every step. "My pleasure. Please do get some rest. I will meet with you tomorrow at nine." He looks at the luggage he is carrying. "Would you like for me to carry these up or should I ask Costin to get someone to take care of your luggage?"

Calvin didn't want to inconvenience Simon, who was very likely also a bit tired. Though if he did ask his companion to bring the luggage, he might be able to pass other hotel staff to see if they had a reaction similar to the other two men they had interacted with. As the saying went, once was happenstance. Twice was a coincidence. Three times…that was enemy action. It was entirely possible that those reactions were just coincidental, but if more people reacted oddly to Simon, there could be something more at play. Calvin did feel a tinge of guilt at using Simon like this, since there was a good chance that he was just innocent, but he had to test this theory. It was far worse for him to not notice something going on so closely around him than to ask for a favor once and be wrong about his suspicions.

Maybe they wouldn't see anyone else. But Calvin couldn't just let this go. Perhaps it was paranoia, but he would look into this further. He turned back towards Simon, giving him a sheepish smile. "If you don't mind, could you carry them?" he asked, trying to stifle a yawn that decided to come up. He was so tired. He just needed to sleep, and then he could think again. Then he could trust his suspicion of this man more. He wanted to be certain that there was something going on and it wasn't just his tiredness or paranoia making it up. One thing was for sure, though: Calvin would be paying close attention to Simon from now on.

Filip was already prepared for asking Costin to get someone to carry the luggage. He was also ready to run home and get out of the suit he is wearing. Is it nice? Absolutely. He only feels uncomfortable wearing it. The doorman and Costin gave him strange looks when seeing him in it. There is also the fact that he has Kurt with him too. He thought that taking the night shift would make things easier but it appears that he still has some obstacles to overcome.

His lips curled back. The strange feeling crept back in. As long as he pretends that everything is okay, then it will be. "I would not mind at all. I would love to actually," He answered. There may be a good chance that they won't run into anyone else. If they do, then he will pretend that he doesn't know the person or he could use small talk with Kurt. They can talk about the weather.

Nothing bad is going to happen. So Filip put on his best smile. "Let's not waste time standing around then. I can see you are tired. I think the elevator is down this way," He said. Turning on his heel, he went off down a hallway. The elevator is not that far from the lobby; it's just a little walk. It is one of the finer infrastructure he has seen. They probably got an automatic one after Nixon visited.

Standing next to the buttons, he waited paitently. "Kurt, could you please press the button for me?" He adjusted the suitcases and briefcase in his grasp.

Calvin nodded, pushing the button and waiting. He felt a bit sheepish now, like perhaps his suspicions were wrong. No, he had a gut feeling, and trusting one's gut was important. Or so he had heard and read, anyway. He had little experience in this realm himself. And he did feel slightly bad still, as despite Simon's words, he had seemed a little reluctant to help Calvin. Not that Calvin could fault him for that; if the positions were reversed he wasn't sure that he would be entirely happy to carry the bags either. But one person's feelings did not matter in the grand scheme of things, whether they be Simon's or Calvin's or anyone else's. Calvin knew he would have to remind himself of that. The feelings of any of these individuals didn't matter so long as he figured out the truth behind what was happening and the agent he was searching for was able to get back home safely. That was it. The only things that mattered.

"Thank you again for everything," Calvin said, partially just to fill the awkward silence in the elevator. He didn't mind it so much in the car, but here in the close proximity it felt more poignant. Calvin didn't usually rush to fill silences, but a few words of gratitude were probably needed here. At any rate, Calvin did his best to study Simon without being too obvious about it. He knew very little about the man, and a cursory glance didn't reveal much either. However, maybe his body language would tell?

From what Calvin could tell, there was nothing amiss about his companion's body language. He seemed a little uncomfortable, but Calvin was also slightly uncomfortable in this elevator, ruminating on his mission, so he could be projecting. Those stupid books and lessons weren't that helpful here and now. Why couldn't Calvin just become a mind reader?

No, he was being stupid because he was tired. Calvin's grasp of body language was passable, and his intuition was fine. He just needed sleep. That would solve his problem of not trusting himself here. Calvin was smart, clever, and very often right. He had to believe in himself for god's sake. At any rate, it was just an elevator ride. He just wanted to check and see if any other staff reacted to Simon like the other two. It wasn't that big of a deal.

"Thank you, Kurt." Despite being the one carrying the luggage, he went to stand in the back left corner. Elevators are strange to him. If he does not have the urgency to get to a floor, he uses rhe stairs. The space inside always feels tight even if he is only in it with one other person. He enjoys the faint smell of smoke lingering in the air. Hearing the elevator going up distracted him from the anxiety that is making his mind throb.

Silence is always a damning thing. Silence is lovely. One can be completely safe or in the threshold of danger when they are in silence. Filip did not mind it at all. If there is any recording devices near by, then it would not pick up anything. The less he says the better. Technically there is a good chance that he would not get in trouble for talking to Kurt, but he is used to saying a line or two every now and then. He is used to not needing to talk for work; now he has to utilize it like a weapon. Words are more dangerous than man-made weapons, this is what his grandfather taught him.

Gazing over, he replied, "It is no problem. I am happy to help." His lips curled back. Filip was not sure if he found it amusing or adorable how Kurt suddenly said something in the midst of the silence. What was the term he had learned when watching those American romantic films? If memory serves him right, it was something like "awkward silence."

He is tired. Anxiety has worn him down. The day is far from over still. The elevator dinged then the doors opened. "Here, I will go first. I think I may know where your room is. I…oh-" The hotel manager, Mister Funar, was about to bump into him along with two officers in their uniforms.

Mister Funar only ever has one facial expression: indifference. He stared at Filip for a second, but he really spent most of his time looking over at Kurt. "Scuzați-mă, camarad," Funar said. Him and the officers stepped aside. Filip gave a head bow then signaled for Kurt to follow after him. He did not give the officers a second look. He went down the hall till stopping at a door with the numbers "324."

He was relieved that Simon seemed to appreciate the apology, even smiling a little. He noticed that Simon did have a nice smile, but before he think too far on that particular topic the elevator doors opened at last. Calvin had to say that the small ding felt like it heralded freedom. And some sleep. Which he sorely needed.

As the doors opened, he noticed three new men, two of whom were clearly police. Interesting. What were they doing at the hotel? He doubted he would know the answer without looking suspicious. Patience was a virtue that he had to live by if he wanted to not die, though of course he would seek answers whenever possible. His tired mind was starting to go off in too many different directions, and Calvin had to snap himself back to the present before he and Simon had walked past the men.

Calvin studied the non-uniformed man as Simon gave a small bow and the two of them began to walk off. Well, he didn't react to Simon at all. So perhaps it wasn't what Calvin had been chalking it up to be with the others. Maybe they just knew Simon but were surprised to find him with an American. It was possible his companion had neglected to tell his friends about his new job. Still, part of Calvin couldn't quite brush this aside, so he would have to keep a close eye on Simon just in case. For now though, it seemed Simon was a safe enough choice of assistant. This man had seemed more important than the other two and he didn't seem to care that Simon was here–or with Calvin–at all.

As he followed Simon, he continued to think about all of this, hoping he hadn't seemed too scatter-brained in front of the officers. Luckily it wasn't long before Simon stopped in front of one of the rooms. Calvin couldn't help the relieved crinkle of his eyes at the sight. He glanced at Simon, stifling another yawn before using the key he was holding to unlock the door and swing it open.

"I suppose this is where we part ways for now," he said, just to have something to say instead of standing there awkwardly. He gave Simon a grateful smile. "I really appreciate your help today, and I hope that you are able to get some rest yourself."

Seeing officers in the hotel can only mean a few things. Someone's in trouble, someone will be in trouble, or the Securitate is pulling someone into trouble. Costin said he heard rumors that sometimes they come in to put listening devices in certain places to listen in on guests. Filip always wondered if such rumors can turn out to be true. The worst part is is that no one seems to know and it feels like they will never know at all.

Filip tried to think past that small interaction. He wondered if they knew him. Perhaps the pace he was walking at was too quick and gave him away. Mister Funar seemed to not care at the time. Kurt is finally at his room and will be able to rest. And he will get to go home, change into normal clothes, then come back to work. No harm was done to anyone. It is a win-win for everybody.

In the midst of anxiety and weariness, he found himself grinning at Kurt. Was it this awkward silence that returned? Filip was unsure, yet he found Kurt's smile to be comforting. "I suppose it is so." He only stepped forward to place the luggage down by the wall inside the room. A wave of relief went through his arms. "Thank you, Kurt. And please do get some rest yourself. I will see you tomorrow at nine then."

On his way back, he took the stairs. This new job of his is terrible. Guilt weighs down on him as he went through the lobby on to the street. He has to lie about life here along with everything else. He has to watch every little move the journalist makes then report it as if all of those movements were important. Filip doesn't want to keep silent when he has to opportunity to tell someone the truth. Maybe he can. Maybe there is a way he can without getting Simon or himself caught.

As soon as Simon walked away, Calvin got all of the luggage into the room and shut the door softly. Finally, he was able to sleep. Despite the fact that he was alone, he knew that he had to act like someone was watching at all times. Who knew when someone would knock at the door or whether they were already suspicious of him? Who knew what technology might be lurking in this very room, or who would be waiting for Calvin to be caught off guard? The only real rest for him was sleep.

However, before he could sleep, he made sure to take a quick shower and brush his teeth. He felt a bit gross, since he hadn't been able to do either on the plane, and doing those small hygienic things felt amazing. Calvin had always been a stickler for personal hygiene. Ever since he was much younger, he would always brush his teeth twice a day and floss, shower every night, make sure to wear deodorant, etcetera. He hated to be caught at any time that he wasn't fully ready or clean, and therefore was never a fan of camping. So it was only after those small things that he finally collapsed into his bed. Jeez, he was tired.

Before he let himself sleep, though, he wrote a quick summary of the days' events in his journal, making sure to leave out anything incriminating. This would help him remember anything he might forget over the course of his mission, though there were things he could not write and would have to rely on his memory for. At least this journal would make the simple things easy, so he could focus on remembering the other stuff.

At last, he set the journal aside, his eyes feeling like they would shut any moment and his head feeling heavy, and fell abruptly into a deep sleep. He had remembered to set an alarm at the last minute, luckily for him, so he would be able to sleep until it went off the next morning. The sleep was dark and dreamless, and wonderful.

Time seemed to have passed by swiftly the moment he got home. After getting dressed in his work clothes, he fell asleep. He must have been out for hours because he only woke up when his grandfather had returned and gently shook his arm. The sun was setting, leaving most of the sky dark already. Outside the complex, dogs were barking. Now the second part of his day, his normal life as Filip, has begun.

After having a small dinner, he went back to the Eminescu Hotel. This time he did not receive any strange looks from anyone, although Costin was curious about what has happened in the morning. Filip explained that he was given a new job to help an American and now he works the night shift. His rather swift and simple explanation didn't seem to be satisfactory for his friend, but that was all he can say.

So Filip spent the whole night cleaning the dining hall and a few of the rooms. The hotel feels strangely peaceful when everyone is asleep and in their rooms. It gives him this feeling of content that he rarely feels. He knows that he may not truly be alone, but he likes to think that it is just him there wherever he goes. No one to watch, no one to watch him, and no one lurking in the shadows.

Eventually he had to leave the feeling of content. At the stroke of five, he left once again. Filip managed to get a few hours of sleep. His watch said it was eight by the time he woke up. It only took him twelve minutes to get dressed into a gray sweater, black pants, and a jacket; all of which was his grandfather's. By the time he had entered the lobby to wait for Kurt, it was a quarter to nine.

Calvin was woken up by the alarm at 8:00 am sharp, blinking awake and turning off the alarm quickly. Those who let alarms continue to blare after they had woken up was a pet peeve of his. He felt much better after so much sleep, and was honestly surprised that he hadn't woken up earlier. Perhaps the travel and the whole undercover thing combined had served to make him even more tired. He brushed his teeth, washed his face, combed his hair, and dressed. This time he was wearing a different button up underneath a sweater with tan pants and the same shoes he had worn the previous day. He had no real sense of fashion, but he didn't dress like he was blind either. He examined himself in the mirror before downstairs. This was good enough.

He took a briefcase with him, filled with things that could be used to journalism, like papers and pencils. He always preferred pencils over pens, because pencils allowed him to completely erase his mistakes. Calvin didn't like anything too permanent. He made it down to lobby five minutes prior to 9:00, always the sort of person to arrive five minutes early to things. He hated lateness and always made it a point to show up on time, typically closer to five minutes early than precisely at the arranged hour. He wasn't particularly surprised to see Simon already there and waiting for him, walking straight towards the man with long, even strides. He always walked as if he had somewhere to be, even when he didn't. He remembered in high school how he would zip through the halls between classes, annoyed at slow walkers and couples who clogged up the hallway with their public displays of affection.

Now there wasn't any of that, though, so Calvin was next to Simon very quickly. He smiled, fully awake after the great sleep he had been lucky enough to get that night. This time, the nerves were tight in his stomach, but he would use the anxiety to his advantage. The nervousness made him extremely aware of everyone in the room, and of every gesture people made. One thing about Calvin was that he would use everything he could to his advantage, and the ever-present anxiety had taught him that it could be a tool to be extra vigilant or work extra quickly long ago.

"Good morning," he said fairly cheerfully. A good night's rest really had helped. After he spoke, though, he started to debate whether that was too chipper. No, this was part of Kurt Fisher now. He was a morning person, and he was friendly. Calvin could be friendly. Piece of cake. Committing was the most important part here. If he was wishy-washy, it would look suspicious. Besides, he was feeling upbeat today in spite of the ever present anxiety and the mission at the forefront of his mind. He was ready to carry it out. He was confident. He could do this. He would do this.

While waiting, Filip did his best to fight off the wavering effects of being tired. It is not terrible or anything, but he bit the inside of his cheek. He also counted the patterns on the carpet then went on to count how many cars or people passed by the hotel. There were only three cars he had seen pass by, and two of them were black while the other was a shade of red. At least it kept him occupied for the time being. Despite being a patient person, he is not good at distracting himself or keeping himself occupied while waiting. He rarely had to.

He heard footsteps approach him. When turning his head to see who it was, his eyes laid on Kurt. The journalist had this bright glow about him. It was easy to see how it radiated from the way he was smiling and how he spoke. Sadly, this is something that Filip is not used to at all. No one smiles in such a way unless they are with close friends in certain places, even then him and Costin have just given each other nods as a way of greeting. There are many ways to greet people, he supposes. And there are many ways people can be or speak; chipper and cheerfully included.

Of course, he has learned this from movies. The fact that he is basing all of his knowledge of Americans and American culture off of movies smuggled into the country then seeing a bit of it in person is strange. A bit funny too, just like the awkward silence. Seeing little details from film in real life through Kurt is fascinating to him. It is a learning experience that he is learning to enjoy admist everything that is going on.

In an effort to return this bright mood, he attempted to grin. "And good morning to you," He said back, hoping it was enough. Filip worried that it was not sincere enough, that Kurt would feel weirded out. Oh well, he will do his best to make the journalist comfortable all while taking note of everything about him so he can report it to the Securitate.

"You ate and slept well, yes? You seemed so sleepy yesterday." He paused, is this what small talk is like? It's weird. "But…uh…anyways, where should we start with your work? Would you like to walk around the city or visit the embassy?"

Simon seemed a bit taken aback by Calvin's positive demeanor, and he briefly wondered if he had come on too strong. Normally he wasn't this chipper, but for some reason he had decided that this was how he wanted to play it. Perhaps it had been a decision? But before his thoughts could snowball, he remembered that this was an entirely different culture. Maybe it was odd for people to act so forward and casual here. It would make a lot of sense based on the information he had at present. Well, that was alright, and perhaps would allow him asking more probing questions without much suspicion. If he cemented himself as loud and forward now, it wouldn't be surprising for him to act that way again later.

Simon tried to replicate Calvin's cheery greeting, but something about it felt a bit forced. It was somewhat odd, but maybe Simon was just an awkward person. Calvin could already see the cultural differences between him and his companion, which was an interesting juxtaposition. He didn't mind it, though. He could use Simon as a way to gauge how other people here might react to things he said and did. It was much better to look like an idiot in front of one person than a lot, after all. But that didn't mean that he could let his guard down around the man at all, especially after last night. He still hadn't reached a real conclusion on that, figuring it was most likely coincidence but a bit wary nonetheless. He could look like a dumb American in front of Simon so long as he always looked like Kurt Fisher.

"Yes, I did," he responded to the man's first question. "Flights always tire me out." This was true. At his companion's question, Calvin thought for a moment. He figured that exploring the city at first was probably smart to get a good idea of the layout for himself. Having seen maps was one thing, but being there in person would help him connect the maps to reality. It would be completely up to date, too. "I think walking around the city is good. That way I can get a feel for the city, take some pictures, see what Bucharest is really like."

"Alright. I think a walk around the city will be wonderful," He nodded, "There will not be a lot of people out because of work and school, but you will be able to get a feel for Bucharest."

There is one thing that gives him concern. Pictures. He recalled all of the rules that the officer had given him dealing with photos. They want the outside world to see the facade that Ceaușescu and the party want to maintain. Of course Kurt will probably see through this facade, but it is important to control this. It troubles Filip deeply. He doesn't want to help in this situation, and yet he has to in order to survive; but he doesn't want the lies to continue on.

Filip took a step closer to Kurt. Looking around, he makes sure that no one was close by. Chances are that someone is lurking in the shadows, but those are chances that he will take. He whispered, "Kurt, I must tell you that part of my job is to advise you when it is best to take pictures. There will be times that it'd be in your best interest to not take a picture of something."

Is there anything that he can let Kurt take pictures? He has no idea. The last time he recalls an American taking photos the man vanished. Filip wondered what ever happened to the man. He brought in his luggage and even spoke to the American a few times.

Should he say something about the other man? Sadly, he does not know much about the previous American guest aside from him being a businessman who took pictures. He really would only have the opportunity if they're alone in a secluded place.

He returned back to his spot. "You will be fine though. I am here to help you, Kurt," Filip said. He continued to speak in a low voice. "We must be careful with what we say and do while we are out, but I can assure you that everything is going to be okay. Do you have any questions before we go?"

The picture thing was troubling, but hardly surprising to Calvin. He had only been able to see a very specific image of the city from the media that Romania had shared, so it made a sick sort of sense. While part of him did want to expose the truth, it was important not only to his safety, but to the safety of the missing agent, that Calvin was not caught. Taking pictures sounded like a fast way to ensure that he was captured. At least he had a guide who seemed to know the city well, which was a comfort. He would listen closely to Simon's advice on the matter.

Being careful while going out shouldn't be too much of a challenge, since Calvin had been studying and practicing to be someone else already, having been careful with his words this entire trip so far. He would just need to keep up the act, and he should be okay. He at least trusted Simon to help him with navigating the city. Though that didn't mean Calvin actually trusted him much beyond that, so it wasn't as if he would be thinking of Simon as someone he could really trust. He was just assuming the man would be competent at his job. Though now that he thought about it, he had met several incompetent people before, and while Simon did not seem like of them, Calvin couldn't take his chances. He would be on guard throughout the trip, highly alert as he would need to be probably anywhere in this country.

"That is good to know, thank you," he responded, nodding solemnly. At the very least, it seemed like Simon wanted to help him in this regard. Still, one could never be too careful or too trusting here. He would keep a look out for anything strange. "I don't have any questions now, but I'll let you know if I think of something."

Without further ado, he turned on his left heel and made his way to the entrance. There was no doorman attending the position so he wrapped his hand around the handle and held it for Kurt. The sky had gotten a little darker as clouds rolled in front of the sun. Small streaks of light came through as the two men stepped outside.

"You can take a picture of the hotel. I think that may be a good idea," He suggested. "And maybe you would want to take pictures inside too? I believe there are portraits of Ceaușescu and Mother Elena somewhere near by…" Leaning over, he looked around to see if there were any. Those portraits are all over the place. Chances are they will run into them almost everywhere in the city. The eyes of the first couple watching them everywhere they go. It is outrageous.

Filip looked back over at Kurt. This is going to be difficult. Clearly there are sights the journalist is not allowed to take, but Filip wants him to. It is tempting. Tempting to do anything to undermine this world that he and others are living in. Tempting to sneak out and watch those American movies or to take down every picture of Ceaușescu and his wife. More importantly, it is tempting to pull the curtain on what is being hidden by the facade the world sees.

Some people were on the streets walking by. A few of them were officers, but there were simple civilians too. Not much car traffic though. Even during sunny days, it is bleak. One would not think much about it, but everything seen is tailored. Upholding an image, as his grandfather taught him, is vital to leaders.

"Well," He clasped his hands together. "Is there anything you would like to see in particular? We have beautiful architecture. There is University Square which is quite lovely."

(sorry for the brief hiatus!)

Calvin was interested in taking a few shots of the hotel and the pictures therein, though it was hardly his top priority. He would probably just take photos that he was told were okay or good to take by Simon for now before trying to branch out and get more that would be more helpful. He wanted to get some good shots, though seeing as that wasn't what his mission was for, it would be more of a background idea than a real priority.

Calvin did have his camera on him, tucked away in his briefcase for the moment. He didn't want to look too touristy or stand out too much here. His goal was to blend in as much as he could while getting information. He didn't want to look too obviously American to the locals as he walked with Simon, trying to be discreet. Any unwanted attention may prove to be more than just a mere annoyance in this case. He made mental notes on the things that Simon told him, nodding along as he listened.

As little as he cared about the architecture, Calvin figured that it would be a good way to get to know the city better, and knowing the city well could only benefit him in the long run. So that seemed as good a place to start as any, all things considered. Knowing his way around the city and the important places therein would give him more of an idea on where to start his search for the missing agent. Plus, he could make it seem as innocuous as possible, as if he were genuinely interested in architecture and wanted to learn more about the city he was currently living in (the last part was technically true).

"That sounds nice," Calvin agreed with a nod. "It could be good to get some photos of the architecture to really get a feel for the city." Thank god for having architect major friends back in college.

(It's all good! I should the same for mine. I'm going to be busy for the next few weeks, but I'll do my best to respond asap)

Filip tried to give the journalist a warm welcoming smile. The best option he has is to show the university square. What else can he do? Despite the odd feeling of curiosity being persistent, he has no other option.

Bucharest. All he knows is Bucharest. Don't get him wrong, he loves the city and he loves his country, but he yearns to see the outside world. He wants to go to all the places his grandfather told stories about. He wants to be in those cities they show in the movies. Despite having a life or death mission to uphold, he really wants to ask Kurt about some of those places. What are they like?

Filip awkwardly nodding his head at what Kurt said. "Well…Let's go this way then." He turned on his heel, and began to make his way down the street. His hands hovered at his sides, but his eyes were all over the place. They looked at the few people passing by or down the street, but they avoided gazing at Kurt.

The university will look nice. There's a park nearby too. All of it will be lovely for Americans to see in newspapers or whatever Kurt's work will be. It will be far from the reality that Filip knows. The reality that the secret police wants him to conceal.

(no worries! take your time :))

Calvin followed his companion like a little dog at his heels, though he quickly moved to stand side by side with the man. He had always felt odd trailing behind someone when going anywhere, vastly preferring to walk side by side whenever possible. It made conversation easier and made Calvin feel more equal to whoever he was with. It was a bit odd that Simon was avoiding Calvin's gaze, almost guilty, though more likely Simon just didn't feel like talking. Calvin could relate to that, not loving small talk much himself. Still, for some reason it unsettled Calvin. Sure, the weird reactions to Simon by the hotel staff were likely coincidence considering the last lack of a response, though Calvin still wasn't entirely convinced Simon wasn't hiding something important.

At it was, he tried to take in his surroundings as well. It would be good to know what was around here in case he needed to go looking for the missing American man. Besides, knowing the city's layout would serve him in a pinch. He needed as much information as he could possibly acquire.

"Do you know much about the University Square? Like when it was made, with what materials, that sort of thing," Calvin added, trying to remember what his architect friends used to get excited about. "It would be good to caption a photo with, I think."

Filip felt a bubbling feeling coursing through him. He always felt it everytime he went down to the University Square. Sometimes, when he was younger, he would go there and sit on the steps of the university building. It is a dream of his to go to university; to get a degree in something like English literature or writing, that's what he had yearned for ever since he could read English. But he hated this feeling at the same time. When will he ever get the chance to study? It is incredibly expensive meanwhile he has the eyes of Ceaușescu on him. Dreaming is hopeless, his father told him, but he is a fool for continuing to do it.

His lips scrunched up, going to the left. With a smile, he nodded. "Yes! My grandfather was a professor and he told me lots of things. He used to take me here when I was a boy," Filip beamed. He leaned over to whisper, "And he taught me English too."

"But umm…It is really beautiful and it is near the University of Bucharest too. It is my favorite part of the city…" He had to pause himself in order to find the right words. A black car rolled past them. Adrenaline made his head thump. "There are statues of Michael the Brave, Ion-Heliade-Rădlesu, Gheorghe Lazăr, and Spiru Haret, all great men of Romania. The walkways are made of cobblestone. There is a theater and another hotel close by. Although they had to fix damages to the theater from the earthquake tean years ago. You will like it Kurt. I hope you will."

Calvin listened to his companion talk, actually starting to get more interested in the university itself as he spoke. Simon clearly had a personal connection to the place, which Calvin respected. He realized how much he had taken his own education for granted thinking about it, since there were many people here who likely weren't able to get one for one reason or another. He looked over at the area around them as Simon described the university and the statues therein, wondering how all of this was connected. It would be good to have this information, so Calvin filed it away for later, thankful for his great memory. It wasn't photographic by any means, but definitely reliable most of the time. His guide having a personal connection to this area would also help Calvin remember the details.

"I believe I'll like it," Calvin agreed with a small nod. "It sounds like it has a rich history. It will definitely be a good place to start getting photos and putting together a piece on."

(i'm sorry it's so short, i'm trying to multitask rn)

Clasping his hands behind his back, he slowed down his pacing. The little smile on his face persisted. Filip wasn't sure why he was grinning, but he couldn't help it. "Yes, of course! I don't know how much Americans know about this place, but if they see your piece, I am sure they will learn a lot," He said. "It will be the best!"

They were still a few minutes away. He focused on listening to the sounds of shoes against the street. There wasn't really anything for him to point out as they walked. And everything that he must have Kurt avoid is far past the hotel. Besides, what is there for him to show Kurt other than the university and park? Silence fell over him as he tried to come up with something to say, something to keep the conversation going. Normally, Filip isn't the one to talk much, and yet, he kind of would like to talk. Not for sake of the mission that determines his life, but for the sake of curiosity.

Filip sighed, and asked, "So Kurt, you went to university, yes? What was it like?"