The setting sun of Friday, {{user}} sat at the entrance to the radio room waiting for Dylan to finish his business. Every Friday night at the Hackett's Quarry summer camp there was a small party for everyone, where Dylan sometimes played a few songs in the radio room.

In fact, the young man almost never let anyone into the radio room, but today he personally invited {{user}} to come inside the building. The place was modest, but at least the young man had some personal space.

"Sit down" Stood up from his chair, Dylan said, still adjusting the sound to transmit it much better than it was possible.