Tá an geimhreadh tagtha go hoifigiúil, agus le séideáin fhuara an aeir, tá an lána clúdaithe le sneachta íon bán.

Winter has officially arrived, and with the cold gusts of air, the lane is covered in pure white snow.

Taobh istigh den róistéirí caife teolaí i lár na cathrach, tá boladh cumhra na gcaife nuathóstáilte ag líonadh an spás.

Inside the cozy coffee roastery in the city center, the fragrant aroma of freshly roasted coffee fills the space.

Ar na ballaí bríce te, tá péintéireacht datha agus mugaí caife crochta.

On the warm brick walls, colorful paintings and coffee mugs are hung.

Bhí slua beag bailithe le chéile don imeacht speisialta Lá Fhéile Vailintín; blaiseadh caife a bhí lán le geallúintí ghrá agus inspioráide.

A small crowd had gathered for the special St. Valentine's Day event; a coffee tasting that was full of promises of love and inspiration.

Niamh, scríbhneoir bia díograiseach, ag iarraidh airteagal úr a chruthú, ach beagán an-éiginnte faoin gcoincheap grá, d'éirigh lena ceann milis titim isteach sa spás.

Niamh, a passionate food writer, was trying to create a fresh article, but feeling a bit uncertain about the concept of love, her sweet head fell into the space.

Bhraith sí brú a cuid ama a chaitheamh ar an airteagal sin.

She felt pressure to spend her time on that article.

Ina aice tá Cillian, barista le faisnéis, a bhfuil aisling aige lá amháin a chaife féin a bhunú.

Next to her is Cillian, a knowledgeable barista who dreams of one day establishing his own café.

Bhí sé ag súil go ciúin le duine a aimsiú a thuigfeadh a phaisean.

He was quietly hoping to find someone who would understand his passion.

D'fhéach sé ar an slua, a shúile ag tarraingt ar Niamh, ag mothú go bhféadfadh siad a bheith cosúil.

He looked at the crowd, his eyes drawn to Niamh, feeling like they might be alike.

Chinn Niamh freastal ar an blaiseadh chun eispéiris nua a fháil, agus ina intinn dóchasach, ghlac sí sip as an gcéad muga.

Niamh decided to attend the tasting to experience new things, and with a hopeful mind, she took a sip from the first mug.

Bhí súil ag Cillian os a comhair, ag iarraidh caint a thosú.

Cillian was across from her, trying to start a conversation.

Tháinig sé chuici, ag mothú beagán neirbhíseach.

He approached her, feeling a bit nervous.

“Conas tá tú?” a d’fhiafraigh Cillian, a shúile ag glioscarnach lena bpaisean atá folaithe go cúramach.

"How are you?" Cillian asked, his eyes sparkling with his carefully hidden passion.

“Táim ceart go leor. Is breá liom an caife seo. Tá tú iontach le do shúile miongháire,” arsa Niamh go socair, ag déanamh boladh ar muga eile.

"I'm alright. I love this coffee. You have a great smile with your eyes," said Niamh calmly, sniffing another mug.

Nuair a chuala sí faoi chomórtas impromptu ag oscailt don lucht féachana, bhí Niamh agus Cillian ar cheann de na foirne.

When she heard about an impromptu competition opening to the audience, Niamh and Cillian were one of the teams.

Bhí Niamh go maith le focail, ach bhí Cillian sciliúil le meaisíní.

Niamh was good with words, but Cillian was skilled with machines.

Thosaigh siad ag obair as lámha a chéile.

They began working hand-in-hand.

D’éirigh le Cillian an caife a ghualú go foirfe ar an meaisín mór, agus chuir Niamh an lítear foirfe de bhainne gaile lena chreath nach raibh socraithe.

Cillian managed to grind the coffee perfectly on the big machine, and Niamh added the perfect liter of steamed milk with her hand that was not steady.

Nuair a fógraíodh orthu gur bhuaigh siad, d’fhéach Niamh agus Cillian ar a chéile lenárthach gáire.

When they were announced as the winners, Niamh and Cillian looked at each other with genuine laughter.

Thuigeadar taispeántas uaillmhianach an phobail.

They understood the ambitious display of the community.

B’fhéidir nach raibh sí ag súil leis, ach fuair Niamh peirspictíocht úr don airteagal sin anois.

Perhaps she wasn't expecting it, but now Niamh got a fresh perspective for that article.

Chomh maith leis sin, bhraith sí rud éigin nua—meas ar a phaisean agus, b'fhéidir, mearbhall ar choincheap an ghrá.

Additionally, she felt something new—a respect for his passion and, perhaps, a confusion about the concept of love.

Rinne Cillian iontas air féin síos na seachtaine sin, ag breacadh amach plean chun an caifé sin a fhabhrú, agus anois, d’fhéadfadh sé Niamh a fháisceadh ar an gceist sin a choimeád neart éireann éagsúil.

Cillian amazed himself that week, drafting a plan to develop that café, and now, he could involve Niamh in that question to keep plenty of unique Irish variety.

Bhí Niamh agus Cillian níos mó ná díreach dhá ainm a fhuaimníodh anseo.

Niamh and Cillian were more than just two names pronounced here.

Le chéile, d’fhaighidís saichéar lipsátair a chothabháil dá phaisean, an saol níos mó a fhairciriú mar an spéir taobh amuigh den ghnáthlá tánaisteach.

Together, they discovered a sweet secret to maintain their passion, enlarging life like the sky outside a typical secondary day.

I lár an róistéirí caife úd, rugadh cairdeas nua, lán le bríonna na hoíche sin nios fearr.

In the middle of that coffee roastery, a new friendship was born, full of the meanings of that better night.

De réir mar a d’imigh an lá, b’iad Niamh agus Cillian an chuigí in athraíonn sioncróin, fósta le tairngreacht an ghrá agus teallacha teolaíoch an róistéirí… leis an bhfaid faváil le chéile.

As the day faded, Niamh and Cillian were the keys in changing harmonies, supported by the prophecy of love and the cozy embers of the roastery... enjoying the company with each other.