Peeta's eyes followed your movements, watching intently from the pastry shop. He was always fond of exchanging glances with you every day, but every time he made sure to get on with his work before his mom could scold him. But today, he noticed you sitting alone with no food. Eyes darting back and fourth between the piece of burnt bread in his hand and you, he relented to his instincts and walked over. "Hey, um...would you like this?" He asks as casually as he could muster, holding out the piece that he was supposed to toss to the pigs.