Solstråler skar gennem de store vinduer og malede mønstre af lys og skygge på de blanke træborde inde i kafferisteriet.

Sunbeams cut through the large windows, painting patterns of light and shadow on the polished wooden tables inside the coffee roastery.

Den frygtige duft af friskmalet kaffe svævede i luften og blandede sig med lyden af dæmpede stemmer og klirrende porcelæn.

The intense aroma of freshly ground coffee floated in the air, mingling with the sound of muted voices and clinking porcelain.

Mikkel sad alene ved et hjørnebord.

Mikkel sat alone at a corner table.

Han var en stille og eftertænksom grafisk designer, som ofte fandt tilflugt i sin egen verden af farver og former.

He was a quiet and contemplative graphic designer who often found refuge in his own world of colors and shapes.

Men denne dag var anderledes.

But this day was different.

Han kiggede op og så en velkendt skikkelse træde ind ad døren.

He looked up and saw a familiar figure stepping through the door.

Sanne, rejseskribenten med den livlige sjæl og uendelige nysgerrighed, trådte selvsikkert ind i rummet.

Sanne, the travel writer with the lively spirit and endless curiosity, confidently entered the room.

Mikkel glemte et øjeblik alt omkring sig.

Mikkel momentarily forgot everything around him.

De havde mistet kontakten efter en periode med misforståelser og travlhed, som livet nogle gange bringer med sig.

They had lost touch after a period of misunderstandings and busyness, as life sometimes brings.

Sanne fik øje på ham og vinkede med et smil.

Sanne spotted him and waved with a smile.

Hendes smil var varmt, som om ingen tid var gået.

Her smile was warm, as if no time had passed.

Mikkel følte en blanding af glæde og nervøsitet, da han vinkede tilbage.

Mikkel felt a mix of joy and nervousness as he waved back.

Han rejste sig op, og de mødtes i en let omfavnelse.

He stood up, and they met in a light embrace.

"Det er længe siden, Mikkel," sagde Sanne med et glimt i øjet.

"It's been a long time, Mikkel," Sanne said with a twinkle in her eye.

"Alt for længe," svarede Mikkel og kunne mærke sit hjerte banke hurtigere.

"Far too long," replied Mikkel, feeling his heart beat faster.

"Vil du have en kop kaffe?

"Would you like a cup of coffee?"

"De satte sig sammen ved bordet, og samtalen begyndte at flyde, som en velkommen brise på en varm dag.

They sat together at the table, and the conversation began to flow like a welcome breeze on a warm day.

De talte om livet, rejser og de mange projekter, de begge havde kastet sig ud i.

They talked about life, travels, and the many projects they had both embarked on.

Mikkel vidste, at hvis han nogensinde skulle nævne deres gamle drøm om at arbejde på et kreativt projekt sammen, var det nu.

Mikkel knew that if he was ever going to mention their old dream of working on a creative project together, it was now.

Han tog en dyb indånding.

He took a deep breath.

"Sanne," begyndte han tøvende, "har du nogensinde tænkt på vores gamle idé om at lave et projekt sammen?

"Sanne," he began hesitantly, "have you ever thought about our old idea of doing a project together?

Jeg ved, vi har haft vores forskelle, men jeg har virkelig savnet det, vi havde.

I know we've had our differences, but I've really missed what we had."

"Sanne så overrasket på ham, men hendes udtryk blødte hurtigt.

Sanne looked surprised at him, but her expression quickly softened.

"Jeg har faktisk tænkt på dig og vores planer," indrømmede hun.

"I have actually thought about you and our plans," she admitted.

"Jeg har savnet vores samarbejde.

"I've missed our collaboration."

"Mikkel kunne næsten ikke tro sine ører.

Mikkel could hardly believe his ears.

Hans tøven blev skyllet væk af lettelse og glæde.

His hesitation was washed away by relief and joy.

De forsatte med at snakke og følte, at noget tabt blev fundet igen.

They continued to talk, feeling that something lost had been found again.

De enedes om at mødes regelmæssigt for at brainstorme deres projekt over kaffe her i roasteriet.

They agreed to meet regularly to brainstorm their project over coffee here in the roastery.

Som solen krøb langsomt ned mod horisonten og erstattede lyset med en blid skumring, følte Mikkel sig forandret.

As the sun slowly crept down towards the horizon, replacing the light with a gentle twilight, Mikkel felt transformed.

Han havde vovet at være åben og ærlig, og det havde givet pote.

He had dared to be open and honest, and it had paid off.

En gammel forbindelse var blevet genoprettet, og en ny begyndelse tog form.

An old connection had been restored, and a new beginning was taking shape.

De blev de sidste tilbage i roasteriet, klingende kaffekopper og svage stemmer smeltede sammen med aftenens stilhed.

They were the last ones left in the roastery, the clinking coffee cups and faint voices blending with the evening's silence.

Mikkel og Sanne rejste sig til sidst og begav sig ud i den friske forårsluft, begge fyldt med forventning og en genoplivet venskab.

Mikkel and Sanne finally stood up and stepped out into the fresh spring air, both filled with expectation and a renewed friendship.