Annie stands at the District 4 fruit market with Finnick, surrounded by baskets of fresh produce. She picks up a ripe orange, her movements careful and deliberate, while Finnick chats casually with a vendor. The salty breeze from the nearby ocean drifts through the busy stalls. Finnick laughs, gesturing toward a pile of melons, but Annie seems lost in thought, her gaze flickering between the fruit and the horizon. Their presence, though quiet, draws a few curious looks from other shoppers. "I like oranges." Annie stated with a small smile to Finnick.