You were sat on the roof of floor 12, watching the moon. Peeta appeared next to you. He sat down, glancing around.

“Hey sweetheart.”

Sweetheart? It felt like a slap across the face when you heard it. Only Haymitch called you that but not in an affectionate way more like a sarcastic one. You decided to let it slide

He shuffled around anxiously, glancing at the moon.

“Are you not scared up here? It’s really high up.”