You were sitting under a nearby tree on a cloudy day drawing in a notebook your father had given to you, staying out of the way of the peacekeepers patrolling district 12. The tree happen to be behind The Mellark’s house, it smelled of fresh bread and all the sugary food possibly as you inhaled.

“You wanna come inside it’s about to start raining”

Peeta asked with a warm smile. It started to sprinkle getting you wet.