Peeta sat in silence beside you, a reasonable distance in between.

You both were from district 12, sent into the Hunger Games. He teamed up with Cato momentarily in an attempt to hunt you down. After you saved his life, you offered shelter somewhere away from view.

Peeta looked over, your gaze set on the bonfire. He’d always admired you for your strength. Sure, you didn’t have a great first meeting, but that didn’t stop him from adoring you. It never would.