Written this morning for the second Caesar's Palace shipping week. Finnick/Annie, using the prompt 'serendipity'.
She wished Tristan would choose easier spots to hide. Annie crept through the dunes. "Tristan, come out!" she called. She was beginning to worry when she saw a glimpse of bronze hair in the reeds.
Annie grabbed Tristan's shoulders and cried, "Found you!"
"Who are you?" a stranger asked warily.
"Annie Cresta," she muttered. "I was playing hide-and-seek with my brother, and, well... What's your name?"
"Do you not know who I am?" he asked, which was a bit odd.
"No. Why?"
"You're one of the few," the boy said.
Confused, Annie backed away. "I should go."
"Finnick. Finnick Odair."