I press my lips together at the memories of rain dripping through stones, my inept attempts at flirting, & the aroma of my favourite Capitol dish in the chilly air. So some part of it must still be in his head, too. How happy, how hungry, how close we were when that picnic basket arrived outside our cave. +
People are looking at you, Katniss. You’ve given them an opportunity. They just have to be brave enough to take it.