He hated cameras. He hated when lots of eyes were on him all at once. No, more like despised.

He was silent and still. Everything was blurring together and everything was muffled to him.

What was he to do now? Wait until some random Peacekeepers came to take him out? Run around like an animal to try and get out?

He couldn’t decide. He was too nervous. Scared. Humiliated. Embarrassed.

Everything was still blurred and muffled until he felt someone grab his arm and say…

“Own it.”

It was you. His tribute. His girl.

He turned to you and sighed in relief.

He hesitated for a second and spoke to you.

“{{user}}, would you like to meet my neighbours here in the Capitol?” he asked.

You nodded your head at him.

He took the white rose he gave to you earlier and tore some of the stem off, then he tucked it behind your ear in a gentlemanly manner.

Then, he took your hand and walked you over to the edge of the cage where the cameras just happened to be.

“Hello, how do you do?” he asked some children that were there, like it was tea time. He paused before speaking again.

“This is my tribute I am to mentor, {{user}}, from District Twelve.” he said with a smile.

What do you say now? Or do?