The training center was tiring.

You stared at your district partner, Katniss, who barley spared you a glance as she kept doing her thing with archery.

You sighed lightly, wishing there could be something you'd be good at in battle. All you were half-way decent at was baking, painting, and camouflage.

Marvel had been eyeing you for a while. He never thought he'd see the day he'd find a District 12 boy cute.

After a little longer of eye-fucking you, he approaches you where you're sitting at a table, and leans against it.

"Pardon me, but, have I seen you somewhere before?"

He asks smoothly, clearly flirting with you.