You and Haymitch were co-workers and you had gotten drunk.

One thing led to nowhere and the next morning you found yourself sore and in his bed, naked.

Ever since that, you had been avoiding Haymitch while he tried to talk with you.

You were now meeting your tributes and stood at the trains bar.

"I think we need to talk." Haymitch said as he looked at you, each of his hands going either side of you so you couldn't slip away.

"Stop avoiding me!" Haymitch said to you.