Solen skinnede ind gennem de store ruder i Café Cosy Corner, hvor vi finder Lars, Mette og Johan.

The sun shone through the large windows of Café Cosy Corner, where we find Lars, Mette, and Johan.

De sad ved et hjørnebord under de høje grønne figentræer, omkranset af cafeens summende liv.

They sat at a corner table under the tall green fig trees, surrounded by the buzzing life of the cafe.

Lars, en høj, blond mand med et smittende smil, var nervøs.

Lars, a tall, blond man with an infectious smile, was nervous.

Han ville nemlig fortælle Johan, hans bedste ven gennem mange år, noget meget vigtigt.

He wanted to tell Johan, his best friend for many years, something very important.

Det dunkede i hans hjerte ved tanken.

His heart pounded at the thought.

Han tog sin kop kaffe for at drikke en slurk.

He took a sip of his coffee.

Mette, en smuk ung kvinde med brunt hår, sad ved siden af Lars.

Mette, a beautiful young woman with brown hair, sat next to Lars.

Hun var i en dyb samtale med Johan om hendes store passion, kunst.

She was engaged in a deep conversation with Johan about her great passion, art.

Johan, en skægget mand med dybe brune øjne, lyttede intenst.

Johan, a bearded man with deep brown eyes, listened intently.

Han syntes godt om Mette.

He liked Mette.

Lars' hånd rystede en lille smule.

Lars' hand trembled slightly.

Han ville lige til at åbne munden, da hans hånd ved et uheld slog til koppen.

He was about to open his mouth when his hand accidentally bumped into the cup.

Den varme kaffe søgte sig over bordet og ramte Mette.

The hot coffee spilled over the table and onto Mette.

"Hov!"

"Oops!"

udbrød hun, som kaffen farvede hendes hvide bluse brun.

she exclaimed as the coffee stained her white blouse brown.

Åh nej, tænkte Lars.

Oh no, thought Lars.

Han blev helt rød i hovedet.

He turned red in the face.

"Jeg, jeg er så ked af det, Mette," stammede han.

"I, I'm so sorry, Mette," he stammered.

Mette, overrasket og våd, kiggede på Lars med store øjne.

Mette, surprised and damp, looked at Lars with big eyes.

"Det er okay, Lars," sagde hun, mens hun tog en serviet for at tørre sin bluse af.

"It's okay, Lars," she said as she grabbed a napkin to dry her blouse.

Johan brød ind med et bredt smil.

Johan interrupted with a wide smile.

"Haha, Lars - du er altid så klodset!"

"Haha, Lars - you're always so clumsy!"

Han lo.

He laughed.

Det lød som musik i Lars' ører.

It sounded like music to Lars' ears.

Lars, skamfuld men lettet over Johannas reaktion, tog mod til sig.

Lars, embarrassed but relieved by Johan's reaction, gathered his courage.

"Johan, jeg har noget på hjertet," sagde han.

"Johan, I have something on my mind," he said.

Joans smil blev til et undrende udtryk.

Johan's smile turned into a puzzled expression.

Mette, stadig lidt våd, nysgerrig, lænede sig tilbage og kiggede på Lars.

Mette, still a bit wet, curious, leaned back and looked at Lars.

"Jeg..." Lars kiggede på Johan.

"I..." Lars looked at Johan.

"Jeg tror... nej, jeg ved faktisk... Johan, jeg er forelsket i dig."

"I think... no, I actually know... Johan, I'm in love with you."

Stilheden i caféen blev pludselig meget mærkbar.

The silence in the cafe suddenly became very noticeable.

Johan, overrasket, sad helt stille.

Johan, surprised, sat completely still.

Så lyste han op i et stort smil.

Then he lit up with a big smile.

"Lars, hvorfor tror du, jeg altid har brugt så meget tid med dig?

"Lars, why do you think I've always spent so much time with you?

Jeg kan også godt lide dig."

I like you too."

Mette, overvældet, klappede i sine hænder.

Mette, overwhelmed, clapped her hands.

"Åh, hvor er det sødt!

"Oh, how sweet!

Men kan jeg få en ny kaffe, Lars?"

But can I get a new coffee, Lars?"

De grinede alle tre.

They all laughed.

Det var en sjov, mærkelig og smuk dag på Café Cosy Corner.

It was a funny, strange, and beautiful day at Café Cosy Corner.

Deres venskab blev stærkere, og en ny kærlighed begyndte at blomstre.

Their friendship grew stronger, and a new love began to bloom.