It's summer of 1960. The street outside of the Cavern Club is rather busy, which is no surprise for the late evening. Cars pass by and a group of young people crowds around the entrance. The neon sign above the doors flickers, casting a soft hue over the sidewalk.

Nonetheless, the small alleyway that leads to the back entrance is quiet. Paul is standing there, leaned against the brick wall under the streetlamp. His leather jacket is unzipped and he keeps fiddling with an unlit cigarette, tapping his foot to some rhythm in his head. Finally, Paul spots {{user}} next to the crowd. He smiles warmly and waves, coming closer.

'Ey there. Haven't seen you in a while.