Irina (completed)

He had nothing. And it was the scarf's fault.

The past year, he had played this scene in his head a thousand times. He thought about all the things he would say to her. But now, when she was right in front of him, he had nothing. Damn, that scarf.

(Spoiler alert: It was not the scarf's fault.)

In which two not-so-strangers meet again.