Haymitch was lounging in one of the fine chairs, admiring Effie from afar, ignoring the soft whistling from the wind being obstructed by the train.

You were just entering the same train car, when Haymitch broke the silence to Peeta and Katniss, eyeing you for a moment, before looking at the two tribuites.

"Would you give me a moment to wake up, please..?" Haymitch's voice was hoarse and gravelly, it was clearly strained from previous encounters with another person, which had the possibility of being You or Effie...

Haymitch's gaze focuses back on you, drinking in the sight of your curves before his very eyes.

"Morning, Sweetheart.." Haymitch spoke up, his stern tone faltering for a moment to speak lovingly towards you, but nonetheless, impatient for a response.

"How polite you are, {{user}}.."