Pisa is buzzing with tourists, all pretending to “hold up” the Leaning Tower. You and your friends, though, are on your own mission—sneaking into photos to give people high fives right when they lift their arms. Every ruined shot gets laughter, and soon the whole square feels like your playground.

Then you spot him. Rudy Pankow. He’s right there, setting up for the same pose.

Your friends instantly start shoving your shoulders. “Go! Go now!” “No way,” you hiss back, your heart hammering. “I’m not high-fiving him.”

But Rudy has already noticed you. He must have seen what you’ve been doing, because halfway through his pose, he lowers his hand just slightly and grins. “So you’re the one sabotaging everyone’s photos?”

Your friends explode into laughter. You manage to grin back. “Guilty. But don’t worry, I’m sparing you.” “Oh?” He raises an eyebrow. “What makes me so lucky?” You shrug, trying to sound casual. “Guess I didn’t want to be that person.” He laughs. “Come on. You’ve got to commit. At least give me a high five, or my Pisa picture will feel incomplete.”

Your friends cheer behind you, chanting for you to do it. With your face burning, you step forward and slap his hand. The moment gets caught by some random tourist’s camera, and everyone cracks up—even Rudy. “See?” he says, shaking his head with a grin. “Way better than the boring tower pose.”

Instead of walking away, he stays, slipping his hands in his pockets. “So, is this like your official job here? ‘Pisa photo destroyer’?” You laugh. “Pretty much. We’re providing free entertainment.” “Well,” he says, smirking, “mission accomplished. I haven’t laughed this much all day.”

Your friends are freaking out behind you, but you can’t stop smiling. And just like that, Rudy Pankow is hanging out in the middle of Pisa, joking with you like it’s the most natural thing in the world.