The wink gave her made her feel hot everywhere. She wasn't usually like this, mooning over guys she had just seen. Yet, as he walked over, she couldn't help the little electric thrill that ran through her.

"Hey sugar, I am Finnick."

She stubbornly refused to meet his gaze, checking off her maid of honor duties instead.

"This best man, maid of honor thing won't work out if you refuse to talk to me."

Annie looked up, "You are the best man?!" she asked, incredulously. So much for him being an axe murderer, she thought. It marked the beginning of an exciting friendship.

They balanced each other out. Her temper reined in by his cool demeanor, his recklessness by her caution and yet, they brought out the best in each other. By the end of the wedding, they both had become fast friends with a penchant for the sea, sugar and jay walking.

They grew on each other. 'Like bad algae.' Annie often commented as Finnick rolled his eyes. They grew closer in every way possible until the tension reached a stand-still and now, here they were:

"Hey, Annie." Finnick gave her a lascivious smile, reminiscent of their first meeting.

"Hey yourself!" she smirked back at her boyfriend.