Let's pretend that this was actually meant to be a Christmas present and not a birthday present due in August. But this is for LylaOfTheStorm; hope you like it. Also would anyone like to beta please and I will love you 5evr and 5evr xox

"No, I've got a house in district 12, I'm staying at the 75."

Gale's head snapped up.

"No, it's fine, just direct me to industry and commerceplease."

"I'll do it."

"Gale?!"

"Mr. Hawthorne," the attendant began through pursed lips, "I am perfectly capable of-"

"I've been called. I'm sure you could be getting on with something more useful, Midroat."

The attendant plastered on a smile and gave a nod, which Gale returned. Gale then watched him stalk off before turning to his newly acquired charge.

"It's a very efficient system," Peeta said. "I took one step through the door and was immediately swept away to the visitors desk and given...well...one of these." Peeta held up his wrist, now sporting a wristband moulded perfectly to him and made out of what appeared to be glass.

"I believe the term you're looking for is 'rist'," Gale replied, smiling slightly.

"I believe the term you'relooking for is 'rist-one-four' ," Peeta corrected, studying the lettering etched along the bottom edge.

Gale raised an eyebrow. "Which one of us works here?"

Peeta laughed. "It's funny, really. So far, this seems like an exact copy of district 13, but with these 'rists' instead of things being implanted into your arm."

There it was again. The adrenaline rush that Gale had felt when he'd first heard Peeta's voice. The same adrenaline rush that had made him stop what he was doing and talk to someone he hadn't seen for six years. Gale wasn't one for 'catching up' but there was something edgy about Peeta, something dangerous, something Gale liked.

"Oh, and the carpet," Peeta added.

"You call this a carpet?" Gale prodded the floor with a toe as the pair waited for the elevator.

"It's the only thing I can see not made of glass, so I've got to honour it somehow."

"Floor 3," Gale commanded, and the elevator glided upwards.

"So, how long have you been working here?"

"District 2 was where I started, but that was pretty instrumental in building a new country, so I've just been moving up through the system. Industry and Commerce."

They had reached Peeta's desired section of the government building.

"Just scan your rist in there-" (Gale indicated a nook in the wall) "-and you'll be granted entry."

"Thanks, Gale. Nice seeing you." Peeta smiled.

"Yeah."

And then that snippet of past walked through the sliding doors and Gale's life was back to monotony.

"What were you doing on floor three?"

"How did you know I was on floor three?"

"Gale. My job is to watch the lifts. You think I would be able to recognise my boyfriend when I see him."

"Oh yeah."

"Gale, stop smirking at the fact you're a prick who doesn't know what their girlfriend's job is and tell me why you were on floor three," Scarlett said, sticking her hand into her allotted pigeon hole where her rist melted.

Gale smirked some more as he waited for her to pick up her bag.

"Gale Hawthorne!"

"I was taking someone to the Industry and Commercedepartment, if you must know."

"And why wasn't an attendant doing that for you?"

"Because he was an acquaintance."

"I'd never seen him before."

"Yes you had."

Gale linked his fingers with Scarlett's and started swinging their hands back and forth as they made their way to the train station.

"Who is he then?"

"Peeta Mellark. One of the star-crossed lovers in the 74th Hunger Games."

"The hot one?"

Gale stopped holding her hand.