Berlin welcomed them on a cool autumn evening. The narrow streets of Prenzlauer Berg flooded with the warm light of vintage lanterns, led Needle and Plate to a familiar place on Stargarder Street — the Lucky Six Tattoo. Inside was a spirit of creative chaos: posters of various festivals hung on the walls, and a slight smell of paint and coffee lingered in the air.

— Needle! Long time no see! — Daniel exclaimed with a wide smile, hugging her. — How are you?

— I'm fine, — she grinned. — This is Plate, my bro and music partner.

— Nice to meet you, Plate! — Daniel shook his hand.

— Nice to meet you, too. Glad we're finally here. Needle couldn't miss the opportunity to stop by and visit you, — said Plate.

— Yeah, I've been waiting for this moment, — Needle added and lifted her sleeve showing a tattoo: a vinyl record on her shoulder that had become her musical symbol over the years. — I think it's time to freshen it up.

— Of course, I remember that drawing! We did it when you started getting into electronic music and collecting vinyl. Such good times! Well, we'll add a few details to make it look sharper, — Daniel nodded, grinning slightly.

As he got ready for work, they chatted casually. Plate talked about the upcoming party at the bar, whereas Needle shared how she had longed to return to this city, which had always remained her idea of home and associated with the indomitable spirit of freedom.