Da: Halvtreds meter fra kongernes København, på en solbeskinnet plads, sad Lars.
En: Halfway between Kongernes København, in a sunlit square, sat Lars.

Da: Han svævede i sin egen verden, omgivet af larmen fra byens puls og vibrerende trafik.
En: He floated in his own world, surrounded by the noise of the city's pulse and the vibrating traffic.

Da: Han sad på en bænk, nyligt malet i et fantastisk sammensurium af farver.
En: He sat on a bench, freshly painted in a fantastic mishmash of colors.

Da: Bukserne, endnu uvide om deres forestående skæbne, hang løst om hans brede hofter.
En: His pants, unaware of their impending fate, hung loosely around his wide hips.

Da: Sommerbrisen flirtede med hårtotterne på hans isse, mens han studerede et kort over byens gader.
En: The summer breeze flirted with the tufts of hair on his head as he studied a map of the city streets.

Da: Han havde mistet sin retning og forsøgte at genfinde sin vej i byens labyrint.
En: He had lost his way and was trying to find his path in the city's labyrinth.

Da: Men kortet var mere en gåde end en hjælp.
En: But the map was more of a puzzle than a help.

Da: På den anden side af pladsen stod Sofie.
En: On the other side of the square stood Sofie.

Da: Med et forklæde bundet om maven og pensel i hånd, betrådte hun sit værk.
En: With an apron tied around her belly and a brush in hand, she approached her work.

Da: Hun malte bænken, ganske usynlig for Lars, da han var fordybet i sit kort.
En: She painted the bench, quite invisible to Lars, as he was absorbed in his map.

Da: Hun smilede ved synet af hans forvirring og fortsatte sit arbejde på bænken.
En: She smiled at the sight of his confusion and continued her work on the bench.

Da: Men skæbnen ville det anderledes.
En: But fate had different plans.

Da: En vag brise tog fat i Lars' kort og blæste det hen over pladsen.
En: A gust of wind caught Lars' map and blew it across the square.

Da: Lars, fast besluttet på ikke at tabe sin vejledning, sprang op og efter det flyvende kort.
En: Determined not to lose his guide, Lars jumped up and chased after the flying map.

Da: Sofie gispede, da hun så den fremmede løbe hen over pladsen, armene højt i vejret, uvidende om den malet bænk bag ham.
En: Sofie gasped as she saw the stranger running across the square, arms raised high, unaware of the painted bench behind him.

Da: Lars greb kortet i luften og triumferede med det i hånden, inden han satte sig på bænken.
En: Lars caught the map in the air and triumphantly held it in his hand before sitting back down on the bench.

Da: Det våde maling efterlod straks et farverigt aftryk på hans bukser.
En: The wet paint immediately left a colorful imprint on his pants.

Da: Lars indså sin fejl og sprang op med et råb.
En: Lars realized his mistake and jumped up with a shout.

Da: Han stirrede ned på sine bukser, chokeret over det farverige aftryk.
En: He stared down at his pants, shocked by the colorful mark.

Da: Sofie klukkede af latter, forsøgte at kvæle det med hånden foran munden, men det var umuligt.
En: Sofie chuckled, trying to stifle it with her hand in front of her mouth, but it was impossible.

Da: Rød i hovedet af pinlighed, mødte Lars Sofies øjne.
En: Red-faced with embarrassment, Lars met Sofie's eyes.

Da: Hun holdt en hånd frem mod ham, stadig klukkende af latter, og sagde, "Kom, lad os få renset de bukser for dig.
En: She held out a hand towards him, still giggling, and said, "Come, let's get those pants cleaned for you."

Da: "Historien ender på et vaskeri, hvor Lars sidder i underbukser og venter på, at hans bukser bliver rene.
En: The story ends at a laundromat, where Lars sits in his underwear, waiting for his pants to be cleaned.

Da: Sofie sidder ved hans side, leende over det hele.
En: Sofie sits by his side, laughing all the while.

Da: Lars kan ikke andet end at grine med.
En: Lars can't help but laugh along.

Da: Han har fundet en ny ven i byens labyrint og en historie, de begge vil huske.
En: He has found a new friend in the city's labyrinth and a story they'll both remember.

Da: "Jeg ville misfarve dine bukser hver dag, hvis det betød, at jeg kunne dele et smil med dig," sagde Sofie.
En: "I would stain your pants every day if it meant I could share a smile with you," said Sofie.

Da: Ydmyget, rød i ansigtet, men hjertelig griner Lars.
En: Humiliated, red-faced, but laughing warmly, Lars replied.

Da: "Vil du male en anden bænk i morgen?
En: "Will you paint another bench tomorrow?"

Da: " spurgte han.
En: he asked.

Da: Sofie nikker, og de to deler et smil.
En: Sofie nodded, and the two shared a smile.

Da: Og sådan blev deres møde en uforglemmelig dag i deres liv, selvom det startede med et uheld.
En: And so, their meeting became an unforgettable day in their lives, even though it started with an accident.

Da: En våd bænk i København, der satte aftryk ikke bare på Lars' bukser, men også på deres hjerter.
En: A wet bench in Copenhagen, leaving imprints not only on Lars' pants but also on their hearts.