Ild i kaminens hjørne kastede et varmt skær over rummets rustikke trægulv.

The flame in the corner of the fireplace cast a warm glow over the room's rustic wooden floor.

Mørke kaffebønner knitrede svagt, mens de blev ristet.

Dark coffee beans crackled softly as they roasted.

Det var torsdag eftermiddag i Søren's kaffe risteri.

It was Thursday afternoon at Søren's coffee roastery.

Udenfor faldt efterårsblade stilfærdigt fra trækronerne, mens Søren ivrigt forberedte sig på sin store dag.

Outside, autumn leaves quietly fell from the treetops, while Søren eagerly prepared for his big day.

Søren havde arbejdet hårdt.

Søren had worked hard.

Hans nye kaffeblend, "Efterårsglæde", var klar til at blive smagt af de trofaste kunder.

His new coffee blend, "Efterårsglæde" (Autumn Delight), was ready to be tasted by the loyal customers.

Emilie, hans bedste kollega, var ved at pynte smagsbordet med lys og små græskar.

Emilie, his best colleague, was decorating the tasting table with lights and small pumpkins.

"Jeg tror, det bliver en succes," sagde hun opmuntrende og gav Søren et smil.

"I think it's going to be a success," she said encouragingly and gave Søren a smile.

Han var nervøs, men også spændt.

He was nervous, but also excited.

Men der var Johan.

But there was Johan.

Johan, risteriets leder, stod skeptisk i hjørnet med armene over kors.

Johan, the roastery's manager, stood skeptically in the corner with his arms crossed.

"Torsdage er altid de langsomste.

"Thursdays are always the slowest.

Jeg tvivler på, det bliver et hit," mumlede han.

I doubt it'll be a hit," he muttered.

Søren bed tænderne sammen.

Søren clenched his teeth.

"Jeg tror på det," svarede han bestemt.

"I believe in it," he replied firmly.

Selvom han respekterede Johan, nægtede Søren at lade sig slå ud.

Although he respected Johan, Søren refused to be discouraged.

Klokken slog tre, og dørene til eventet åbnede.

The clock struck three, and the doors to the event opened.

Kunderne gik forsigtigt ind, lokket af den behagelige aroma.

Customers walked in cautiously, enticed by the pleasant aroma.

Søren tog en dyb indånding.

Søren took a deep breath.

Dette var hans øjeblik.

This was his moment.

Som kopperne blev hældt og delt ud, kiggede Søren på kundernes ansigter.

As cups were poured and handed out, Søren watched the customers' faces.

Spænding fyldte luften.

Excitement filled the air.

En ældre dame tog første smag, hendes øjne lyste op.

An elderly lady took the first taste, her eyes lit up.

"Mmm, det er vidunderligt," udbrød hun.

"Mmm, it's wonderful," she exclaimed.

Flere stemmede i med ros, og snart summede roasteriet af glædelige samtaler om "Efterårsglæde".

More joined in with praise, and soon the roastery buzzed with joyful conversations about "Efterårsglæde."

Søren kunne knap tro det.

Søren could hardly believe it.

Hans blend blev rost af alle, der smagte det.

His blend was praised by everyone who tasted it.

Emilie klappede ham på skulderen.

Emilie patted him on the shoulder.

"Jeg sagde jo, det ville være en succes!"

"I told you it would be a success!"

Søren nikkede.

Søren nodded.

Han følte sig styrket, som om dette var starten på noget stort.

He felt empowered, as if this was the beginning of something big.

Men Johan, som stod lidt tilbage, var stadig forsigtig.

But Johan, standing a little back, remained cautious.

"Vi får se, hvordan det går på længere sigt," sagde han, men kunne ikke skjule et lille smil.

"We'll see how it goes in the long run," he said, but couldn't hide a small smile.

Søren tog hans ord med et gran salt.

Søren took his words with a grain of salt.

Han vidste nu, at han havde talentet til at skabe noget specielt.

He now knew that he had the talent to create something special.

Hans selvtillid voksede, og han følte sig stærkere end nogensinde.

His confidence grew, and he felt stronger than ever.

Denne torsdag, trods sin langsomme start, blev begyndelsen på Søren's nye tro på sig selv.

This Thursday, despite its slow start, became the beginning of Søren's newfound belief in himself.

Efteråret bragte ikke kun nye blade, men også nye muligheder.

Autumn brought not only new leaves but also new opportunities.

"Efterårsglæde" blev hurtigt en favorit, og Søren lærte, at mod og tro på egne evner kunne overkomme selv den største skepsis.

"Efterårsglæde" quickly became a favorite, and Søren learned that courage and belief in one's abilities could overcome even the greatest skepticism.