Alla själar bowla.

All souls bowl.

Det var det första skylten Erik såg när han steg ur tunnelbanan vid Odenplan i Stockholm.

That was the first sign Erik saw when he stepped off the subway at Odenplan in Stockholm.

Erik var en blyg man, med solblekt hår och en cappuccino på väg att översvämma hans hjärta.

Erik was a shy man, with sun-bleached hair and a cappuccino on the verge of flooding his heart.

Men då visste han inte om det.

But he didn't know that yet.

Därefter kom Isabella.

Then came Isabella.

Under en krokig grönn, ljust ljus kunde Erik se den röda hatt Isabella bar.

Under a crooked green light, Erik could see the red hat Isabella was wearing.

Läpparna bakom hatten log.

The lips behind the hat smiled.

Persikor kunde vara mindre stolt läppstift.

Peaches could have been a less proud lipstick.

"Isabella, hur härlig du är", sade Erik.

"Isabella, how lovely you are," Erik said.

Men det var nästan som en tyst visning.

But it was almost like a silent display.

Så kom kaffet.

Then came the coffee.

Det var svart, precis som Eriks klänning.

It was black, just like Erik's dress.

Sedan suddades allt ut.

Then everything faded away.

Eriks händer, Isabella ögon och kaffet.

Erik's hands, Isabella's eyes, and the coffee.

Kaffe på Eriks svarta klänning.

Coffee on Erik's black dress.

"Solstråle", sa Isabella till Erik men med kaffe på hans klänning, kände han sig som en liten katt i regnet.

"Sunbeam," Isabella said to Erik, but with coffee on his dress, he felt like a little cat in the rain.

Så kom Sofia.

Then came Sofia.

Hon gick fram till dem med en ren handduk och hennes hår såg ut som silver i det varma ljuset.

She approached them with a clean towel, and her hair looked like silver in the warm light.

"Kom Erik", sa Sofia.

"Come Erik," Sofia said.

"Låt mig hjälpa er.

"Let me help you."

" På få sekunder var hans klänning ren.

In a matter of seconds, his dress was clean.

Erik log.

Erik smiled.

Han kände varken blyghet eller kaffet.

He felt neither shyness nor the coffee.

Konflikten var över.

The conflict was over.

Han bar sin klänning, nu ren, med stolthet.

He wore his dress, now clean, with pride.

Erik kände sig nu som en stor katt i solskenet.

Erik now felt like a big cat in the sunshine.

Han tackade Sofia.

He thanked Sofia.

Men hans hjärta var hos Isabella.

But his heart was with Isabella.

Och så till sist, i ljuset av det gröna lampan, med ett leende på sina läppar, frågade Erik Isabella igen.

And finally, in the light of the green lamppost, with a smile on his lips, Erik asked Isabella again.

"Vill du gå för en promenad med mig?

"Would you like to go for a walk with me?"

"Ingen skrattade.

No one laughed.

Ingen spilla kaffe.

No one spilled coffee.

Isabella, såg på Erik med sina stora ögon, svarade "Ja.

Isabella, looking at Erik with her big eyes, replied, "Yes."