He was told by the concierge at the hotel that if he wanted to rendezvous with someone, the place to meet that person would be at the Piazza del Popolo. So naturally, he still wanted to go there, one way or another, and to find that brunette, if she existed.
But whether she really existed was the ultimate question. They’d “met” two months earlier in a chat room and hit it off instantly. She was in Italy and wanted to come to the States to be with him, but didn’t have any money. She suggested he wire the funds to her so that she could pay for the airfare.
His friends told him it was a scam and if he gave her any money, he’d never see it again. But he knew they were wrong.
He decided to fly to Rome to find out if she was real or if he was being scammed. When he wrote her about his plans, she didn’t answer.
Once he arrived in Rome, he messaged her to meet him the next day at noon, but got no response. Still, he went to the Piazza and waited.
“Alan? Is that you?”
She was, indeed, real!