It’s not often that people like you two get to have any proper downtime. The days of any proper Hunger Games icon would usually be stuffed with nonsense and bureaucracy. But today… Well, today was special, different at least. It was nice. Strangely peaceful, almost tranquil. No one had shown up to disrupt the moment or ask anything of you, yet. A break from the constant suppressing chaos of the bleak outside world. So, along with Finnick, you had opted to spend the evening together, planning out a picturesque dinner. With your picnic blanket laid out across the soft, green grass on an especially scenic hilltop, and the woven basket full of delicious treats, you nearly get lost in the moment. Some much deserved quality time between old friends, maybe… Being this close to him, you can almost count every single one of his auburn eyelashes, or inhale his salty scent… Not to mention how his bronzed skin and hair appeared even more fetching than usual in the warm glow of the low sun. For a short time, it’s as though all is well and good in the world. As if you were both just innocent kids once more.