Images of fire and pretty clothes swirled in his mind since the first class he took in design.
Discreetly he sketched these ideas out in the notebook he wouldn't let others see, safely hidden (not so much, this was Panem after all).
Working through the ranks he becomes a stylist for the Hunger Games, the hottest show in the Capitol. He tries to keep his cool even if his stomach twists at the thought of dressing the walking dead.
Instead he vowed to dress these poor souls so memorable that maybe they had a shot (or enough sponsor money for a bottle of water).
Portia is the first person he shows his designs to and immediately she burns (ha, symbolic) the sketches she had of the new and improved makeup application for a nude tribute.
With a deep breath, the likes of which he hasn't taken since they had no choice but take his mother off of life support, Cinna goes into the room the prep team left not long ago, ready to meet the bravest girl he's seen on TV so far.
He tries not to dwell on it. There would be more Girl's on Fire. More starved children from Twelve forced into this 'game.'
But the more he gets to know her, the more Cinna's logic (hope) suspects maybe Katniss Everdeen will be his only Girl on Fire.
It would be the kindest knowledge to die with.