Der blæste en kold vind ned ad Strøget, da Lars trådte ud af metroen. På hans skulder hang en tung mappe, fyldt med papirer og forretningsdokumenter, klar til mødet han skulle til. Ambitionerne lyste ud af ham, trods de frostklare vinterkindben. "København, byen hvor drømme bliver til virkelighed," mumlede han for sig selv.

A cold wind blew down Strøget as Lars stepped out of the metro. A heavy folder filled with papers and business documents hung from his shoulder, ready for the meeting he was headed to. Ambitions shone through him despite the frosty winter cheeks. "Copenhagen, the city where dreams come true," he muttered to himself.

Adressen for mødet var Øster Farimagsgade. Han tjekkede tidspunktet. Den digitale urskive blinkede 19.15. Klokken løb, og Lars begyndte at haste hen ad de brostensbelagte gader, ind til det indre København.

The address for the meeting was Øster Farimagsgade. He checked the time. The digital clock flashed 7:15 PM. Time was running out, and Lars began to hurry down the cobblestone streets, towards inner Copenhagen.

Han stod foran en gammel, klassisk bygning med store vinduer. Fra vinduet flød der varmt lys, og inde kunne han skimte silhuetter og høre svag, hyggelig mumlen. Mødeemnet, han var blevet givet, var ikke klart, men det lød vigtigt. Han trak vejret dybt, rettede på slipsknuden og gik ind.

He stood in front of an old, classic building with large windows. Warm light flowed from the window, and inside he could make out silhouettes and hear a faint, cozy murmur. The meeting topic he had been given was not clear, but it sounded important. He took a deep breath, adjusted his tie knot, and walked in.

Han blev mødt af en varm atmosfære, bløde farver og duften af nybagte boller. Han blinkede forvirret. Hvad lavede pandekager og uldne sokker på et forretningsmøde? Menneskerne omkring ham var afslappet klædt, nogle i pyjamas, og alle med varme drikke i hænderne. Han blev hilst velkommen af en dame med stort smil og åbne arme, "Velkommen til Hygge-forsamling!"

He was greeted by a warm atmosphere, soft colors, and the smell of freshly baked buns. He blinked in confusion. What were pancakes and woolen socks doing at a business meeting? The people around him were casually dressed, some in pajamas, all with warm drinks in their hands. He was welcomed by a lady with a big smile and open arms, "Welcome to the Hygge assembly!"

Lars var forvirret, men besluttede at følge med strømmen. Måske dette var en ny måde at gøre forretning på? Han tog skoene af, som de andre gjorde, satte sig på en blød plaid og tog en kop varm kakao. Han kiggede forsigtigt rundt og ventede på, at forretningsdelen skulle starte. Time efter time gik, og der blev fortalt historier, grinet, delt personlige oplevelser og spist mange kager, mens Lars hele tiden sad med en voksende uro og forvirring.

Lars was confused but decided to go with the flow. Maybe this was a new way to do business? He took off his shoes like the others did, sat on a soft blanket, and grabbed a cup of hot cocoa. He looked around cautiously, waiting for the business part to begin. Hours went by, and stories were told, laughter shared, personal experiences exchanged, and many cakes eaten, while Lars sat there growing increasingly restless and confused.

Til sidst, da ur slog midnat, kunne Lars ikke holde det inde længere. "Hvornår begynder forretningsmødet?" spurgte han en ældre mand ved siden af. Manden grinede hjerteligt. "Min dreng," sagde han med et stort smil, "du er ikke på et forretningsmøde, du er til hygge-forsamling."

Finally, as the clock struck midnight, Lars couldn't hold it in any longer. "When does the business meeting start?" he asked an elderly man next to him. The man laughed heartily. "My boy," he said with a big smile, "you're not at a business meeting, you're at a cozy gathering."

Alle i rummet grinede, og Lars følte sig både dum og lettet på samme tid. Han havde arbejdet så hårdt for at blive klar til et forretningsmøde, der viste sig at være en hyggeweekend. Men da han så sig omkring, og så de varme smil og lyttede til de venlige stemmer, så Lars at det ikke var helt slemt at tage fejl.

Everyone in the room laughed, and Lars felt both foolish and relieved at the same time. He had worked so hard to prepare for a business meeting that turned out to be a cozy weekend. But as he looked around, seeing the warm smiles and listening to the friendly voices, Lars realized that it wasn't so bad to be mistaken.

Natten endte med, at Lars lærte mere om 'hygge', om at tage det med ro og det vigtige i at nyde livet. Han besluttede at invitere sit forretningsteam til en hygge-forsamling næste gang. Hvem ved, måske det virkelig er nøglen til god forretning. Han gik hjem den aften med en lettet sjæl og et ansigt oplyst af det varme glød fra gadelamperne og en fornyet tro på 'hygge.'

The night ended with Lars learning more about 'hygge,' about taking it easy and the importance of enjoying life. He decided to invite his business team to a cozy gathering next time. Who knows, maybe it's really the key to good business. He went home that evening with a lightened soul and a face lit up by the warm glow of the street lamps and a renewed belief in 'hygge.'