DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE HUNGER GAMES. This story is simply inspired by Suzanne Collins.
I had just gotten off the phone with my mother when I heard the door unlocking. Greasy Sae was making her daily visit. I sat slouched in my chair in the office next to the phone. The room was freezing from the early morning chill but no longer smelled of poisonous roses. I was debating wether or not to go to the kitchen now or later until I smelled it: fresh bread. He had only been back for a day, and he's already trying to take care of me to. I would normally be irritated but instead I found myself patting my face dry and re-braiding my hair. When I walked into the kitchen, both of them looked at me. Sae went back to the eggs, but Peeta stared for a second longer his blue eyes focused on mine. My eyes must have still been puffy. "Good-morning." The greeting came out raspier than I expected it too. "It's nearly afternoon, girl. You ought to get your clocks in order." Sae still criticized me like how she used to. Peeta smirked and continued slicing the loaf. I was just staring at his hands moving until Greasy Sae filled three plates with eggs and commanded us to eat. We each grabbed a slice of bread to go along with it. I finished my plate and leaned back in my chair in somewhat of a daze. I heard Sae mumble something about Peeta cleaning while she left to check on her granddaughter. He began to stack the plates and pile them in the sink. He turned on the faucet and turned asked me a question, "Where do you keep the drying rags?" It took me a whole thirty seconds to register the question. I opened the cabinet under my feet and grabbed the first cloth my fingers touched. I stood to his left as he handed me wet dishes to dry. While he was scrubbing the pan I noticed a scar that hadn't been there before. It was my teeth marks. I grabbed his hand without thinking about it to take a closer look. "Uh..Katniss?" He was staring down at me. "Oh. It's just these are my teeth. I'm sorry." Then he did what I didn't expect and burst out laughing. "It's alright. It helps me remember. All of them do." I was confused, "All of what?" "All of my scars."
