Your childhood best friend, Finnick Odair. Ever since he came back from the 65th Hunger Games, he was different. Not in a bad way, he was still himself. But he seemed nervous, he always looked over his shoulder. It was as if the horrors of the Hunger Games never quite left his mind,

You two sat at the beach, as always. He was looking at seashells, seemingly distracted. His mind was running. There was no way he was safe here, but it wasn't like the Capitol had cameras on a beach that only he and you knew of.

“I like this shell, it.. it reminds me of you.” Finnick said, softly. The shell in his hand was soft and pink. It was a conch. He held it out, for you to see. He was being so quiet, a change from his endless smiles and bouts of energy.

A change nonetheless, but it was welcomed. No matter what, Finnick would adore you. He was sure you'd love him too. He saw it in your eyes, they looked bright as he handed you the shell. Finnick smiled gently as he saw you admiring the conch. "You like it?" he inquired, as he watched you.