You sat high above the train station, on the wooden beams supporting the roof. Your wings were out and open in the dark shadows, knowing no-one would see you. I mean, who in their right mind would look up when they were on a train station? Especially if they were chosen to be a tribute.

Staring down at the tributes exiting the train station, and.. a man in a red suit? He caught your eye, he was standing there. You knew he wasn't a tribute, he had been there long before the tributes had spilled out from the train carriages. Thinking, you remembered who he was. Coriolanus Snow.

Staring down at him as your wings were displayed behind you in the dark, he suddenly looked up. Making direct eye contact with you. His eyes widening for a split second before returning to normal. He had seen you.