You felt stupid when you stood on the train platform and waited for the tributes to arrive. Part of you resisted the idea of meeting someone from the district that way. You were from the Capitol, from the famous Black family, the daughter of the Minister of Education. And where are you now? You were waiting for the pathetic guy from District 12. You thought that he was tall but too thin and sickly pale, there could be stronger boys in the arena and Snow would be a burden. How do you win the Hunger Games with him?

The train is approaching, making the wheels creak and the carriages sway. Your figure is in a strict red skirt and white shirt, your back is straight and a black rose is in your hands. Coriolanus grunts as he is roughly pushed out of the carriage and his blue eyes squint against the light. The young man blinks several times and looks around, paying attention to you. He was wearing light beige trousers stained with mud from the train, a shirt, a brown coat, but like the cherry on the cake, a vest around his chest with a pattern of flowers and snakes. Snow studies you from head to toe and your kind smile causes tension in him..

"Welcome to the Capitol," you approach him, the sound of your heels echoing with every step you take. You smile wider as you hand him a black rose.

Coriolanus looks at you in complete confusion, not understanding who you are and what you need from him. The young man takes the rose, finally finding the power of speech. "Who are you?"