Kafé Glädjen ligger på huvudgatan.

Café Glädjen is located on the main street.

I dag är det särskilt mycket folk.

Today, there are particularly many people.

De små borden är överfulla.

The small tables are overcrowded.

De röda stolarna skriker.

The red chairs are screaming.

Det strålande taket reflekterar alla ansikten.

The radiant ceiling reflects all the faces.

På detta lilla kafé sitter Johan, Emma och Sofia.

At this little café, Johan, Emma, and Sofia are sitting.

Johan är lastbilschaufför.

Johan is a truck driver.

Han har en svart skinnjacka.

He is wearing a black leather jacket.

Han gillar starkt svart kaffe.

He likes strong black coffee.

Emma är musiklärare.

Emma is a music teacher.

Hon har på sig en blå klänning.

She is wearing a blue dress.

Hon älskar kaffe med mjölk.

She loves coffee with milk.

Sofia är konstnär.

Sofia is an artist.

Hon har färgkladd på sin vita tröja.

She has paint splatters on her white shirt.

Hon gillar kaffe med sirap.

She likes coffee with syrup.

Johan beställde först.

Johan placed his order first.

"En kopp svart kaffe, tack", sa han.

"A cup of black coffee, please," he said.

Emma beställde sedan.

Emma ordered next.

"Ett kaffe med mjölk, tack".

"A coffee with milk, please."

Sofia beställde sist.

Sofia ordered last.

"Ett kaffe med sirap, tack".

"A coffee with syrup, please."

Kaféägaren var trött.

The café owner was tired.

Han hade jobbat hela dagen.

He had been working all day.

Han nickade åt varje beställning.

He nodded at each order.

När han gjorde kaffet blev han alldeles förvirrad.

When he made the coffee, he became quite confused.

Johan fick sitt kaffe först.

Johan received his coffee first.

Men det var inte svart.

But it wasn't black.

Det var kaffe med mjölk.

It was coffee with milk.

"Jag ville ha svart kaffe!"

"I wanted black coffee!"

sa han.

he said.

Emma fick sitt kaffe näst.

Emma received her coffee next.

Men det var inte kaffe med mjölk, det var kaffe med sirap.

But it wasn't coffee with milk, it was coffee with syrup.

"Vart tog min mjölk vägen?"

"Where did my milk go?"

frågade hon.

she asked.

Sofia fick sitt kaffe sist.

Sofia received her coffee last.

Men det var inte kaffe med sirap, det var svart kaffe.

But it wasn't coffee with syrup, it was black coffee.

"Jag ville ha sirap!"

"I wanted syrup!"

sa hon.

she said.

Alla började skratta.

Everyone started laughing.

Johan, Emma och Sofia skrattade.

Johan, Emma, and Sofia laughed.

Kaféägaren skrattade.

The café owner laughed.

Alla på kaféet skrattade.

Everyone in the café laughed.

Kaféägaren bytte deras kaffe.

The café owner replaced their coffees.

Johan fick sitt svarta kaffe.

Johan got his black coffee.

Emma fick sitt kaffe med mjölk.

Emma got her coffee with milk.

Sofia fick sitt kaffe med sirap.

Sofia got her coffee with syrup.

De drack sitt rätta kaffe och skrattade igen.

They drank their proper coffees and laughed again.

Till slut, alla var lyckliga.

In the end, everyone was happy.

Johan var lycklig med sitt svarta kaffe.

Johan was happy with his black coffee.

Emma var lycklig med sitt kaffe med mjölk.

Emma was happy with her coffee with milk.

Sofia var lycklig med sitt kaffe med sirap.

Sofia was happy with her coffee with syrup.

Och kaféägaren var lycklig.

And the café owner was happy.

Han hade gjort ett roligt misstag, men alla hade skrattat.

He had made a funny mistake, but everyone had laughed.

Berättelsen slutade lyckligt.

The story ended happily.

Människor kom ihåg den dagen.

People remembered that day.

Kaféet blev ännu mer populärt.

The café became even more popular.

Och de kallade den "den roliga dagen med fel kaffe".

And they called it "the fun day with the wrong coffees."

Ibland är fel saker helt rätt.

Sometimes, wrong things turn out to be just right.

Så slutade vår novell om Johann, Emma och Sofia på Kafé Glädjen.

That's how our story about Johan, Emma, and Sofia at Café Glädjen ended.