The baker’s youngest son. You always saw him working inside the Mellark Bakery. It was hard not to gawk, you even had a crush on him in the past.

One day, your parents sent you with some money- to go and fetch a loaf of bread. So, there you were; standing like an idiot as you stared at all the beautifully crafted cakes. After walking in, you see nobody at the counter. A minute passes, Peeta walked inside from the backdoor. “Hey, what can I get you?” He asked; a friendly smile appearing.