Dež je nežno škrebljal po oknih Nebotičnika.

The rain gently pattered against the windows of the Nebotičnik.

Zunaj je bila Ljubljana ovita v mehko odejo sivih oblakov, medtem ko je bil zrak že dišeč od pomladi.

Outside, Ljubljana was wrapped in a soft blanket of gray clouds, while the air was already fragrant with spring.

Anže je sedel v kotu kavarne, ob oknu, kjer je imel pogled na mestne ulice.

Anže sat in the corner of the café, by the window, where he had a view of the city's streets.

Skrival se je pred dežjem in iskal navdih.

He was hiding from the rain and seeking inspiration.

Mlad arhitekt si je želel ustvariti nekaj nepozabnega, a skoraj neprebojni ustvarjalni blok je zastrupil njegovo misel.

The young architect wished to create something unforgettable, but an almost impenetrable creative block poisoned his thoughts.

Mateja je nedavno prišla v Ljubljano.

Mateja had recently arrived in Ljubljana.

V kavarni je poiskala zavetje, stran od deževnega vremena, a še bolj si je želela toplino družbe.

She sought refuge in the café, away from the rainy weather, but more so craved the warmth of company.

Sedla je ob drugem oknu, nekoliko oddaljena od Anžeta, in opazovala ljudi.

She sat by another window, somewhat distant from Anže, and watched the people.

Iskala je način, kako začeti na novo brez občutka izolacije.

She was searching for a way to start anew without feeling isolated.

Nenadoma si je Anže začel risati.

Suddenly, Anže started to draw.

Njegovo pero je elegantno drselo po papirju, risalo linije in oblike.

His pen glided elegantly over the paper, drawing lines and shapes.

Mateja ga je opazila.

Mateja noticed him.

Njene oči so zazrle v risbo, ki je počasi dobivala obliko njene silhuete ob oknu.

Her eyes locked onto the drawing, which was slowly taking shape as her silhouette by the window.

Bila je prijetno presenečena.

She was pleasantly surprised.

Anže se je izgubil v svetu, ki ga je risal, dokler ni začutil Matejinega pogleda.

Anže lost himself in the world he was drawing until he felt Mateja's gaze.

Nenadoma je postal nervozen.

Suddenly, he became nervous.

Kaj bo rekla ona?

What would she say?

A Mateja se je nasmehnila.

But Mateja smiled.

"To je čudovito," je rekla, njen glas je prinesel toplino v hladen pomladni dan.

"That's wonderful," she said, her voice bringing warmth to the cool spring day.

Pogledala sta si v oči.

They looked into each other's eyes.

"Si arhitekt?" Mateja je vprašala z radovednostjo.

"Are you an architect?" Mateja asked with curiosity.

Anže je rahlo prikimal.

Anže nodded slightly.

"Mene zanimajo stavbe," je dodal.

"I'm interested in buildings," he added.

"Iščem nekaj novega za moje projekte, a ideje se ne želijo pokazati."

"I'm looking for something new for my projects, but ideas don't want to reveal themselves."

Mateja se je nasmehnila in se nekoliko nagnila naprej.

Mateja smiled and leaned forward slightly.

"Sem grafična oblikovalka.

"I'm a graphic designer.

Pravkar sem prišla v Ljubljano in iščem, kam bi se vključila."

I've just come to Ljubljana, and I'm looking for where to fit in."

Pogovor se je razpletal kot nežna preja.

Their conversation unfolded like a gentle thread.

Ideje in sanje so se pletle skupaj kot tančica mavrice po intenzivnem dežju.

Ideas and dreams wove together like a veil of a rainbow after an intense rain.

Mateja je ponudila sveže poglede, Anže pa je začel čutiti, kako se pretrgati umetniški blok.

Mateja offered fresh perspectives, and Anže began to feel his artistic block breaking.

Njuna diskusija je bila napolnjena z možnostmi in ustvarjalnostjo.

Their discussion was filled with possibilities and creativity.

"Zakaj ne bi sodelovala na projektu?" je nenadoma predlagal Anže, na kar je Mateja navdušeno prikimala z očmi, ki so sijale.

"Why don't we collaborate on a project?" Anže suddenly suggested, to which Mateja eagerly nodded, her eyes shining.

Ko sta zapuščala kavarno, je dež že popuščal.

As they left the café, the rain was already subsiding.

Pod nebotičnikom je vlažno mesto oddajalo vonj obljube.

Beneath the skyscraper, the damp city emitted a scent of promise.

Anže je čutil nov zagon; ustvarjalnost je zopet tekla kot reka čez mostičke njegovih misli.

Anže felt a new momentum; creativity flowed again like a river over the bridges of his thoughts.

Mateja pa se je počutila, kot da je našla prvega prijatelja v mestu - nekoga, s katerim lahko deli tako ideje kot čas.

Mateja felt as though she had found her first friend in the city—someone with whom she could share both ideas and time.

Tistega popoldneva sta oba odšla iz Nebotičnika z občutkom, da sta našla nekaj posebnega: navdih in prijateljstvo, ki sta oba iskala.

That afternoon, they both left the Nebotičnik with the feeling that they had found something special: the inspiration and friendship they were both searching for.