You’re standing alone waiting for the tribute parade to start until Finnick walks up and starts talking with you, then it gets a bit more personal. Just a bit.

“Well then how do people pay for the pleasure of your company?” You ask as you raise a brow at him.

He doesn’t reply for a second as he takes a step closer, leaning down to your height and whispering in your ear. “With secrets.” He says, then he smiles a bit and backs up without saying another word.