A comfortable white light shone the transparent curtains of the bookstore. I liked days like these... they were fresh, optimistic and energizing. I went about my usual routine- organizing books, sweeping and tending to customers. Working at the store left me with a lot of free time, which I usually decided to spend reading.

I let my fingers wander the endless spines of novels stacked upon the shelves- skimming the tattered titles until one piqued my interest. I peeled it from the shelf and draped myself on the seat by the entrance of the story and buried my nose in the pages. Reading was by far my favorite pass times. I could travel the world, escape reality... I could be anyone I wanted to. I continued to read about forbidden lovers, majestic creatures and beautiful utopias until the whoosh of the door alerted me of a customer.

Primrose, my little sister -bright, likable and incredibly light. Her presence could lift the spirits of a newly widowed woman. Her blonde curls tamed into two neat braids, her vivid blue eyes sparkling with joy and a smile plastered upon her youthful face. Her name fit her so well, Primrose, beautiful and pure and that described Prim to a tee. I felt so carefree around the little girl. I welcomed her into the store with a warm embrace and a smile. We spent the rest of the afternoon reading her favorite fairy-tales and her telling me stories about her friends, a particular one she was developing the hots for.

Later that afternoon after Prim had left me to play with her mates, I prodded my nose back into the novel I was entranced with- Pride and Prejudice. The familiar swish of the door caused me to look up from the story and at the very handsome stranger that had arrived in my mother's store. The first thing I noticed was his height, if he grew a few inches taller his rumpled amber hair would have brushed the door frame. From further analysis, I took his eyes into account, an elegant shade of sea-green. His jaw, which even Michaelangelo's David couldn't compare to, the way he stood- with ease and confidence.

Katniss you're staring. He's probably a jerk. I mentally slapped my wrist. I could imagine my mother tutting at me with disapproval. "Manners," she would say.

"Like what you see, hm?" the handsome stranger suggested.

"M-my apologies, Sir. Can I help you?" I cursed myself for stuttering. He's just a boy, a person, get it together.

"Not with books," he purred. I swore I saw his eyes flutter down my body. I could feel my face flush and annoyance bubbling inside my chest.

Another arrogant asshole, I thought to myself.

"Excuse me," I replied harsher than I intended. I stepped back, suddenly uncomfortable with our proximity.

He smirked and ran a hand though his honey colored hair. "I'm sorry. I just couldn't help myself," his voice laced with sensual suggestion and his eyes flitting across my face.

I swore my blush spread to my collar. "I-Uh... These are popular. Bestsellers. Very good," I muttered, whilst shoving novels into his hands. Quit being so awkward, just get him out.

He cocked his head, raising an eyebrow. "How about a name?"

Stop. Get it together. "Katniss- Katniss Everdeen," I spat quickly.

"...Katniss Everdeen," he mused. His voice smooth, easy on the ears. "Finnick Odair. Show me around?" He held his arm out, implying for me to lead the way. Pretending to be a gentleman.

"You know, usually people just look for books themselves." I had known this fellow for no more than five minutes and I thought he was a tool.

"Why would I do that when I have a gorgeous guide like you Kat?" I could feel his eyes on my ass.

I scoffed. "Don't call me Kat."

"Why so bitter, Kat?" I could tell he was smirking.

"To be honest, I just want you our Odair. You have been rude and incredibly inappropriate."

"I would like to do more inappropriate things with you," he said in "that" voice. I looked back and shot him the fieriest glare I could muster up and he just winked- further fueling my annoyance.

I lead him to the fiction aisle. "Explore." I said, my voice laced with irritation. I leaned against the shelf and watched him caress the spines of the various books.

"Any recommendations?"

I smirked and conjured up a great idea. "Just wait." I kneeled down and went to the 'J-R' section. Found it. My conscience rolled her eyes at me.

I grinned and thrust a copy of Fifty Shades of Grey into his hands. He shot daggers at me, his face stoic and I couldn't help but laugh. "Ha. Ha. Very cheeky," he said- voice with dripping sarcasm.

"I think it suits you." I said, trying to stifle my giggles.

"Hmph." He smiled at me. A toothy, cute, boyish smile. Stop Katniss. He's a tool.

After twenty minutes of bitter banter and suggestive looks, the nuisance finally settled on a book and a flood of relief washed over me. We stood at the register as he fumbled for his wallet, he pulled out a twenty and I neatly tucked it into the register. I noticed him staring a little too long.

"Like what you see, Mr. Odair?" I mocked from our previous encounter.

He snorted. "Stealing my lines? Copying is one of the highest forms of admirations."

"Don't flatter yourself."

"Oh? I don't need to. You already do." He smirked and smiled that stupid, childish smile and sauntered towards the door.

"Until next time, Everdeen." He winked at me and the conversation was over.

What the hell was that?

Authors note: New story and I think I like this more than the other. What do you guys think? Any suggestions? REVIEW, RETURN, FOLLOW AND FAVORITE PLEASE. I'll try to update weekly, if not more than once a week.