Hey GUYS! Hope you like this. I know this might stink. Hey, I had writer's block when I was writing it all out. So you better like it. Hahaha(: Even if you don't, I promise you that my writing improves by around the 7th chapter. Trust me.

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Character Descriptions:

Rissa Bennett

Wavy long blond hair

Blue Eyes

5 feet 6 inches tall

18 years old

Mrs. Bennett

Short dirty blond hair always in a bun.

Hazel eyes

5 feet 4 inches

Old. (haha)

Gale

The same cute self he was at the end of Mockingjay.

And to end this note, I DO NOT OWN THE HUNGER GAMES TRILOGY.

He sits there, at the bottom of the old Justice building. Elbows on knees, head in hands.

He arrived here three and a half months ago from the Capitol. Gale. Gale Hawthorne.

I don't know why, but the thought of him makes me smile. And I haven't smiled since my dad died.

"Rissa," batters my mother.

"Huh?" I say absentmindedly while looking at Gale through the crowd.

"You're staring again."

I whip my head around and look embarrassed.

"No I'm not." I reply calmly, rewrapping my hands around my basket, acting as if nothing happened.

My mother and I own the District 2's bakery. Whatever we don't sell, we save for dinner that night. Whatever we don't eat we go around town and deliver to the needy. Today we are making our rounds and are passing through the beaten down square.

"Just go talk to him. You know, say 'Hi'." She says nodding in his direction.

"Um, no. I'm fine thanks." I deny and start heading off in the opposite direction.

"Rissa," Mother repeats. She can tell I am missing a huge opportunity that I'll regret.

I stop for a moment then slowly turn around to face her. She's giving me the sarcastic 'Are-you-serious' face.

"Gees mom," I mutter in defeat, "I'll go."

She straightens her posture and smiles. "Wonderful. I'll be down the street." She readjusts her basket and parades past me in triumph.

That women.

"Great. Now what am I supposed to do?" I mutter looking down into my basket of fresh cinnamon bread rolls and two-day-old ones. I pick one up, study its appearance, and then head towards Gale's direction.

-Break-

"Hey, Gale." I say a bit too cheery.

Dang it.

He looks up and spots me. "Hey."

Okay…

"So," I lead on, seating myself next to him on the grimy step, "are you ok?"

He seems depressed, but turns my way and stabs the words "Why do you care?" in my face. "And I don't think I know you."

Ouch.

"You do know me. We see each other a lot actually. I sell you the stuff at the bakery- remember?"

Well it is true. He comes in once in a while, buys bread or whatever then stalks out the door mumbling about "Peeta."

"Yeah," he laughs half-heartedly, turning his gaze the other way. "Like you make a difference."

Wow. Thanks for the confidence boost there, buddy.

Okay, now I am getting agitated.

I roll my eyes and stand up. "Here," I grab the cinnamon bread roll I picked earlier and hand it to him carelessly. "Take it. I always sneak fresh goods into the baskets when we go deliver things."

He looks up, astonished, and takes the roll.

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