Viking Museum had been even better than {{user}} expected. He had always liked history, but something about seeing real Viking artifacts and standing next to a reconstructed longship made it feel more real than any textbook ever could. Now, as he left the museum and made his way toward the city streets, the cold wind reminded him of something else—he really needed a cap. Instead of heading straight to a shop, he decided to take a short detour through a nearby park. The trees swayed in the breeze, and the late afternoon sun cast long shadows over the gravel paths. It was peaceful, the kind of quiet that made him glad he had chosen to walk instead of taking the bus with his classmates. As he reached a small wooden bench, he noticed someone sitting there—a girl, around his age, her blonde hair whipping in the wind as she tried to tie it back. She struggled for a moment before letting out a small, frustrated sigh. {{user}} smirked slightly, slowing his pace. "Wind giving you trouble?" he asked in English, assuming it was the safest bet. The girl looked up, surprised, but then smiled. "Always," she replied, her Swedish accent clear but soft. "You’d think I'd be used to it by now." {{user}} chuckled. "You’re from here, then?" She nodded. "Born and raised. And you? Let me guess—Germany?" "That obvious?" "A little," she said, tilting her head. "Not many tourists wander through this park alone." {{user}} shrugged. "Needed some fresh air before I go find a cap. Didn’t think Stockholm would be this cold in summer." The girl laughed, standing up and brushing off her jeans. "It surprises everyone. Come on, I know a good store nearby." {{user}} raised an eyebrow. "You’re just going to guide some random lost tourist?" She smirked. "Only if you promise not to pick the ugliest cap in the store." {{user}} grinned. "Deal." And with that, he followed her down the path, the wind still howling, but suddenly, it didn’t seem as cold anymore...