Chuck and Anna's... something. [FLASHBACK]

Anna walked around the place, trying to breathe in some air. There was nothing much to be said except for she felt quite... good today, and she wanted to feel even better. Fresh air usually did that to her. She then started skipping and bumped into someone she had never met before.

Charles was wearing his disguise. He didn't quite know why he chose to be a choir boy, out of all things, but he did. As he walked his morning stroll, he bumped into someone, obviously not from the area.

"Who're you?" he asked.

Anna rolled her eyes. "I'm not from around here," she replied firmly. She then noted how perfect his accent was for someone from Austria. "Can't you tell?" she added. She then went on to ask, "Who are you?"

"Me? I'm just Timo Rieser. Of Haydnchor," Charles replied, nearly smirking. He loved this part of conning. "Do you even know where you are?"

"Haydnchor?" Anna asked curiously, folding her arms. "What is that?" Well... the words Haydn and chor were clues, so perhaps a choir that sings all of Haydn's songs and whatnot? Well, that seemed like a legitimate argument, so she'll go with that until Timo elaborated more.

"I'm Vienna, where does it look I am?" Anna snapped, raising an eyebrow. Talking to this boy was going to be hard work.

"It's one of four choirs belonging to the Vienna Boys Choir," Charles replied. His tone wasn't the nicest now. "Well, yes you're in Vienna. But where?"

"The other are..." Anna asked, expecting Timo to finish his sentence. A choir boy, huh? That actually sounded kind of... cute. Well, not as cute as an actual prince, but... it will do. It will have to.

"I don't know, some castle?" she snapped. She pointed to the castle and shrugged her shoulders. "It's mainly conjecture."

"Schubert, Bruckner, and Mozart," Charles replied calmly. "I'm an alto. Do you know what that is?"

He shook his head. "No, miss, it's a school. For the choirboys. So, what are you doing here?"

"Some sort of vocal range?" Anna replied plainly, tilting her head to the side. Urgh. She hoped he wasn't the sort to talk about music day and night.

"Don't call me miss, call me Tshering," she snapped, rolling her eyes. "I don't know! I just walked out of my hotel and appeared out here!"

Charles nodded. "Yes, Tshering. I see." He then pointed towards the gardens. "Would you like to take a walk there?"

Anna nodded. "Yes, I think I would." She then gestured for him to go first, expecting him to know the way. Well - this was his school right?

Charles held out his hand, expecting for Tshering to take it. He thought her spice was actually kind of cute. She was almost like Lena, actually, but she seemed a lot less vocal, in a way.

Anna took his hand. "Timo, do you mind leading the way?" she asked quietly, her foot ready to take its first step. "I don't know how to navigate a garden."

Charles laughed lightly. "I'm sure you do, just not this one," he explained. He then started walking slowly so she could keep up. "Tshering," he said, his accent going from British to German. It wasn't that hard for him, because that was how Dommi speaks English. "Where do you come from?"

Anna nodded in assent. "Yes, I think you're right. My German is absolutely terrible, I tell you. Actually, I can't even speak or read or write any," she replied calmly. She walked with Timo, her face almost smiling. "I am from Britain," she responded, her voice sounding neutral now. "You?"

"I'm from Germany," Charles replied calmly. "But I was born in France. Tu est tres mignonne, mademoiselle." He then ruffled her hair, hoping she would laugh.

Anna chuckled when he ruffled her hair. Hell - she could chuckle? "What does that mean?" she asked curiously.

"It means you are very cute in French," Charles replied. He didn't really mean it, but he didn't tell her that. Something about her told him she wouldn't buy it anyway. "Where have you been to? Like, travelled?"

"I see," Anna nodded, biting her lip. She didn't blush, because she didn't buy it at all. Not like she even wanted to. "I've been everywhere but Italy."

"Italy?" asked Charles, raising his eyebrows. "Why is that?"

His eyes then peered over to the herb garden, just a couple of yards away from them. He stared at them for a while before turning his head towarda Tshering.

"No idea. I didn't determine the destinations of my travels," she replied kindly, trying not to elaborate any more.

She saw his face glance at the herb gardens, and she thought to herself on how beautiful they were. She pursed her lips, wondering if they should go there. She looked up at Timo, and asked, "Can we go there?" She gestured towards those herb gardens.