AN: Hi, this story contains three one-shots of Clato during their time at the Capitol and at the train ride before the Games. Enjoy reading! :)
Oh, and this one is set during the train ride to the Capitol.
She walks in the dining compartment and sees him standing by the table, holding a piece of bread.
"Clove," he says, a trace of smirk on his face.
Clove nods once and walks over to the table, about the grab some food.
"I'm Cato," he continues on.
"I know who you are," she says in a steely voice. "The best one in the district."
His smirk grows, "That's me. The one who's gonna make it back home. Everyone said so."
Clove immediately grabs a knife and points it at Cato's throat, glaring at him. "You? Making it back home? I'm afraid that's gonna be me," she growls.
Cato's smirk slowly turns into a grin as he looks at her. He chuckles, "I like you, Clove. You have a lot of fire."
She stares at him blankly, not removing the knife from his throat. She blinks, then her expression softens a bit. She pulls the knife away from his throat and gives him a small smile.
"Thanks, Cato. Allies?" Clove says, extending her hand out.
Cato nods and shakes her hand firmly, "Allies."
With that, she stabs a piece of bread with the knife and walks away, knife in hand. She glances back once and smirks at him, "Oh, it's a pleasure to meet you Cato. I hope one of us will make it back home."
Hope you guys liked it. :) Review?
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