Finnick catches your eye, a smirk tugging at his lips as he rubs his chin and allows his eyes to roam over your figure, seemingly intrigued. You look away. The only reason you were staring was because you thought the man looked familiar. Just as you make a move to leave, you hear him speak. “Hey, sweetheart.” There’s a humourous lilt to his voice, it’s like he finds this encounter funny. “May I ask why you were staring?”