A small figure appeared in the doorway and, having glanced around, drifted toward the counter between the vinyl shelves. It was an elderly man in a trench coat. A hat with a perfectly pressed brim and a neatly shaved beard spoke of his meticulous nature. People like that don’t come in just to browse. Needle caught the mood of this unusual visitor.
“Hello. Can I help you find something you’d like?”
“Good afternoon. Yes, perhaps. Offer me to take care of my records.”
“Sorry? I’m not sure I understand.”
“I’ve been looking for a seller willing to buy my large techno collection outright. I assure you — you won’t regret it.”
“Of course. Let’s talk. You’ve come to the right place.”
“I know. That’s exactly why I came here. It is not just music but the embodiment of passion and youth that I am looking to put into safe hands.”
A pleasant conversation followed. A few minutes later, Plate joined in, stepping out from the back room. It was clear: there couldn’t be a better moment to expand the catalogue. After discussing the terms and confirming their agreement, Needle and Plate saw the customer out.
“So we’re finally going to open the second-hand section — just like we wanted!”
“We did wish for something special when we watched the sunrise on that beach in Romania.”
“Incredible. First, the government grant for business development, and now a mysterious elder man with a few hundred rare gems.”
A new chapter in the store’s story was unfolding most surprisingly. Now it would be hard to imagine The Hague without Chippy Chasers — a place that brings generations and tastes together.
by Masupilami
by Masupilami