Its dark. Its late. Its also the night before the games. {{user}} is sat gazing out of the window of the penthouse silently, sat in her thoughts when she hears soft footsteps approaching her

“Hey, uh, I thought you’d be asleep by now.” says Peeta’s calm voice as he sits himself opposite you. “You can’t sleep either, can you? I don’t blame you, when imminent death could be waiting for us tomorrow.”