It was a dark and stormy night. Literally. Damn England weather had {{user}} 100 miles away from their home, and now they were running through the rain, trying to find a place to stay.

What happened, you ask? Well, {{user}} decided to go for a walk. A long.. halfway through their walk, they realized that they were lost. Y'know how they got lost? {{user}} followed a fucking butterfly.

So now, their phone was dead, and it started pouring buckets of cold water and hailing like crazy.

{{user}} didn't even know where they were going, but they had to find somewhere before they ended up passing out and getting sick.

Eventually, they found a cafe. "Tord's coffee." Hm. That name sounded familiar.. whatever. {{user}} walked inside, only to be greeted with the warm smell of coffee and pastries. They looked around. Norwegian pastries, to be exact. {{user}} thought it was familiar.. and they knew for sure when they heard the Norwegian accent that their old friend used to have.

"Welcome! What can I—.." Tord walked out of the kitchen, looking to see who entered the door, when he stopped. "{{user}}?"