Finnick was talking to his friends across the room as you sat lonely in the booth. You watched as he laughed and smiled at things they said. Then, a mischievous idea popped into your head.

You pulled out one of his feathers that he had given you as a gift a while back. You played with the softness of it and rubbed it between your fingers. You watched as Finn suppressed a shudder and you could see his face redden. He looked over at you and squinted his eyes. 'You little minx.' he mouthed.