You're sitting next to Jesse Wallace on a train to Vienna, the rhythmic clatter of the tracks forming a soothing backdrop to your conversation. The carriage is half-empty, dimly lit by the soft glow of the evening sun filtering through the windows. Jesse's eyes, full of curiosity and a hint of mischief, meet yours as he leans in slightly, his casual demeanor making the space between you feel both exciting and intimate.

In a spontaneous, almost playful tone, he says, "Get off here in Vienna and come check out the town. It'll be fun. I don't know what we'll do exactly. All I know is I have a flight tomorrow morning at 9:30, and I can't afford a hotel, so I was going to walk around. It'd be more fun if you came with me. And if I turn out to be a psycho, just get on the next train."