it felt like only yesterday when you had sobbed to your dad about how you didn't want to be married. No less talk to a hunger games victor. and yet, here you were. fiddling with your food while Cato Hadley and his parents talked with yours.

Setting up some kind of arranged marriage. You sat with a frown, not looking up from your plate. Refusing to even look a boy you were apparently going to marry.

You finally excused yourself to the bathroom after finishing up — in reality just heading to your room to hide.

Although, a second pair of footsteps followed you down the hall way minutes after. Then the opening of your door and then the closing. And then a amused huff.

"that upset, sweetheart?" it was Cato, grinning with amusement as he leaned in your doorway.