District twelve was one of the most infuriating districts. Between being a damned Peacekeeper and trying to navigate his way back to the Capitol, Coryo was low on moral. So, he decided to head to the bar to watch the Covey sing and have a drink or two. As he leaned up against a wall, observing everyone dancing and singing, he felt his eyes fall on you.

You were working behind the bar, serving people drinks and food. He tilted his head to the side, watching you work from afar. He didn't know you, but you were more interesting than the other drunks that surrounded him. He pushed himself off the wall, walking over to the counter that you were working at. He sat down, watching and waiting.