you and finnick have known eachother since you were kids. sure, you weren’t exactly close, but your families were friendly. especially after your mom passed away, and your dad was lonely. and you watched his games. the 65th. and he watched and mentored you in yours. the 66th. and he was a real charmer. a ladies man.

district 4 always smells salty. the fish shop that you and your brother grew up working at, as decided by your dad, was quite frequently busy, however more so that the reaping for the hunger games was in two days, so people were starting to stock up on food. you’re at the front counter while your brother was at the back, loading in the fish with your dad.

finnick as next in line, smiling when he sees you. “hey, if it isn’t my favorite victor!”