The snowfall decorates the city of London with plain sheets of white upon the roof tops of each and every building. A gale flows through the streets London, carrying along a pair of red scarfs within its wind grip. Eventually, the two red scarfs landed on a wooden bench, both entangle with one another.

A young man wearing a black coat, slightly jogged to the bench with battered breath. He reached out with one arm as he gripped one of the red scarfs while the other on flew away with the wind. The young man stares down the scaf in his hand, he wrapped the scarf around his neck before he immediately noticed something was different.

The young man pulled the scarf up to his nose and inhales the scarfs scent. He scents a strong smell of sweetness with the hint something else that's seems oil-based. Could it be paint? The young man questioned himself.

The young man felt a light tap on his shoulder before hearing a feminine voice. "Umm... hello there?"

The young man turns himself to a tall woman wearing a white coat. "Sorry for bothering you but... I believe that is my scarf you are wearing,"

Her voice was soft yet her tone spoke the word of confidence. The young man unwrapped the scarf around his neck and passed it to the tall woman.

"Thank you," she's said before placing the scarf around her neck. "And I believe this belongs to you," the tall woman said as she percents another red scarf in her hand.

The young man lifted one of his brows as he took the scarf in the tall woman hand and inhales the scent. The familiarity of intense spices and hints of fresh soil hits the young man with calmness and relief.

The young man wraps his scarf around his neck before thanking the tall woman. She smiles and waved to the young man as she walked away.

The young man unlocked a door to his small apartment. He took off his coat and hanged it on his coat rack, dusting any remaining snow on his clothing. He begins to take off his scarf but stops himself for a moment, inhaling the scent of his scarf once more before hanging it up on the coat rack as well. The young man noticed his scarf had a slight sweetness within its scent. Was it from the tall woman before?

The young man walked to his tiny bedroom and pulled out a journal underneath his bed. He gets from inside his pillowcase as he began to write.

January 18th

I've went to work today as usual. However, when I was returning home, my scarf was blown away by the wind. I thought I would never find it, fortunately I've found it.

Well... I thought I did, it turned out me and this woman had identical scarfs and I happened to find hers while she found mine.

All that aside, it has been another cold day.