You have arrived home early from a hunting trip. Peeta is in the bakery icing cakes, his mouth slightly open as he concentrates on the smaller details.

When the shop bell rings he looks up briefly, looks back down for a second and then back up when he registers who it is.

Hey! I thought you were supposed to be back tomorrow? Peeta smiles, dusting his hands of on his apron and walking over to hug you