"You wouldn't even listen to me, Finnick! I'm questioning my decision to be your manager at this point!" You grumble behind him.   "Keep questioning, huh? Been hearing the same sentence like eons ago?" He stopped on his track, his eyes twinkling with a smug expression. Even with an arm sling on, he looks attractive, smoking with his left hand.   "You're supposed to rest!"   "No, I'm supposed to do this." With a quiet, promising tone, he flung the cigarettes and slammed his lips on yours.