[As she waits, she keeps looking in all directions, not at all certain as to which he'll come from. It's silly, really, when both the bakery and home are in the same one. But it keeps her occupied, keeps her from bolting. What if this was a bad idea? Going on a date, a normal courtship activity. She's not like other girls, she knows that. She neve really cared all that much before. There were always more important matters to focus on: keeping her family fed, not dying in the arena, surviving. Being attractive to a boy just... never really mattered.
And the Peeta told Caesar Flickerman, and all of Panem, that he was in love with her. This average, violent, not-so-pretty, selfish girl. He looked past all of that and, sometimes, made her look past it all, too. Her dandelion in the spring.
She wanted so much to please him. For tonight to be everything he imagined. She held no expectations. She --
-- didn't even notice him arriv until he was standing right in front of her. Looking...]
You, too. Beautiful. [She's momentarily distracted by her hands in his. Then she realizes her mistake, the way her tongue feela tied right now.] Handsome, I mean.
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And the Peeta told Caesar Flickerman, and all of Panem, that he was in love with her. This average, violent, not-so-pretty, selfish girl. He looked past all of that and, sometimes, made her look past it all, too. Her dandelion in the spring.
She wanted so much to please him. For tonight to be everything he imagined. She held no expectations. She --
-- didn't even notice him arriv until he was standing right in front of her. Looking...]
You, too. Beautiful. [She's momentarily distracted by her hands in his. Then she realizes her mistake, the way her tongue feela tied right now.] Handsome, I mean.