Bhí séasúr an Earraigh ag teacht go dúlainn i mBaile Átha Cliath, agus bhí an chathair ag éirí níos gile gach lá.

The Spring season was coming to Dúlainn in Baile Átha Cliath, and the city was getting brighter every day.

Bhí Cillian suite ag a mbord is fearr leis sa róstaireacht caife áitiúil, áit a raibh an boladh de phónairí á róstadh agus an taitneamh geal ag teacht isteach tríd na fuinneoga.

Cillian was sitting at his favorite table in the local coffee roastery, where the smell of beans being roasted and the bright enjoyment of the sunshine streamed through the windows.

Bhí sé á phleanáil leis féin, deargchroích, mar gheall ar an turas iontasach a bhí i gceist aige do Aoife.

He was planning to himself, wholeheartedly, about the amazing trip he had in mind for Aoife.

Bhí Beltane timpeall an chúinne, agus theastaigh ó Cillian gach rud a bheith foirfe chun an fhéile a cheiliúradh.

Beltane was around the corner, and Cillian wanted everything to be perfect to celebrate the festival.

Bhí sé ag cuimhneamh ar gach mionsonra, é ag iarraidh an rud a cheilt ó Aoife gan aon tuairim a thabhairt di go raibh turas i dtreo na hAlban aige beartaithe.

He was thinking about every detail, trying to hide the plan from Aoife without giving her any inkling that a trip to Scotland was in the works.

Baidéal fíona, titim gréine, agus a lán áilleachta eile – sin a raibh sé ag súil le.

A bottle of wine, a sunset, and many other beauties – that was what he was looking forward to.

Tháinig Aoife isteach sa róstaireacht go minic, í sona i bhfianaise na gréine.

Aoife often came into the roastery, happy in the sunlight.

Agus Aoife ar intinn aige, thosaigh Cillian á cheistiú féin.

With Aoife in mind, Cillian began questioning himself.

An raibh pleananna ag Aoife cheana féin do Beltane?

Did Aoife already have plans for Beltane?

Céard má theastaigh rud éigin eile uaithi?

What if she wanted something else?

Chonaic Cillian a aghaidh féin i scáthán na fuinneoige, a aoibh aoibhinn ag clúdach a imní.

Cillian saw his own reflection in the window's glass, with a lovely smile masking his worry.

"Cillian, tú ceart go leor?

"Cillian, are you alright?"

" arsa Niamh agus í ag brú isteach an doras.

asked Niamh as she pushed in the door.

Dúirt sí go minic go raibh sí in ann Cillian a léamh cosúil le leabhar.

She often said she could read Cillian like a book.

Bhí sí mar an cara is fearr ag Aoife agus rud éigin níos mó do Cillian anois – cúnamh agus comhairleoireacht.

She was Aoife's best friend and something more to Cillian now – support and guidance.

"Niamh, tá mé beagáinín neirbhíseach.

"Niamh, I'm a bit nervous.

Tá mé ag iarraidh rud speisialta a dhéanamh do Aoife, ach tá imní orm faoi," arsa Cillian agus é ag schnúda ag a chupán caife.

I want to do something special for Aoife, but I'm worried," said Cillian, sipping from his coffee cup.

Thug Niamh comhairle gasta do Cillian.

Niamh gave Cillian quick advice.

"Déan é go simplí, a Chillian, leis na rudaí a bhfuil meas aici orthu.

"Keep it simple, Cillian, with the things she values.

Agus tá a fhios agat, tá sí díograiseach d'fhear eachtraí, mar sin ná bí buartha, beidh sí breá!

And you know, she's enthusiastic about adventure, so don't worry, she'll be fine!"

"Le treoir slachtmhar Niamh, bhí Cillian níos comhfhiosach agus níos meanmnach.

With Niamh's neat guidance, Cillian became more aware and encouraged.

Chinntigh sé go raibh gach rud ullamh.

He made sure everything was ready.

Bhí an béile rómánsúil arna chur in áirithe aige i glasreasta cluthar agus tharraing sé suas na pleananna go léir ina n-intinn.

He had booked the romantic meal in a cozy vegetarian restaurant and went over all the plans in his mind.

Ar an lá mór, thug sé cuireadh do Aoife turas a dhéanamh go dtí an róstaireacht caife.

On the big day, he invited Aoife to take a trip to the coffee roastery.

Bhí meas aici ar sheoladh Cillian:"Aoife, tá rá agam le rá.

She appreciated Cillian's gesture: "Aoife, I have something to say.

I rith Beltane, bhuel.

During Beltane, well...

teastaíonn uaim do thuras iontasach go hAlban mar chomhartha a thabhairt duit, mar chomhartha ar a mhéid is a chuirim barróg ar seo ar fad.

I want to offer you a surprise trip to Scotland as a sign, a sign of how much I embrace all this."

"Bhí Aoife gan choinne, súile ag glioscarnadh le háthas.

Aoife was taken aback, her eyes sparkling with joy.

"Ó, Cillian!

"Oh, Cillian!

Tá sé seo iontach!

This is wonderful!"

"Agus mar sin bhí an t-iontas iomlán bainte amach, le Cillian ag mothú dochreidte tuisceanach, an muinín nua ag fás go híosmare le grá fadréiseach.

And so the surprise was fully realized, with Cillian feeling incredibly insightful, newfound confidence growing intricately with everlasting love.

Agus i dtimpeallacht an tae rósta, in aer an Earraigh, d'fhoghlaim Cillian mar is ceart an chomhartha thábhachtaí a bhí aige – a chroí a oscailt.

And in the aroma of roasted tea, in the air of Spring, Cillian truly learned the important gesture he had – to open his heart.