It all started during a normal shopping trip in The Hob. Katniss was browsing the recently killed meat, while Peeta went a different route and began looking at women's dance shoes. He scanned the collection of shoes slowly, then his eyes caught on something beautiful, and he knew he was in love. He was becoming entranced with those beautiful heavy wooden shoes that are mostly associated with Holland.
"Clogs," Peeta breathed.
"Peeta, are you ready over there?" Katniss called. "I'm almost done selling that dead bird that I brought into the house yesterday."
"Yeah, yeah." He replied, not breaking his loving gaze on the clogs. "I've just got to make a quick... purchase."
"Okay, meet me outside." Katniss said, grabbing her bow (why did she bring it to The Hob anyway?) and running out of the market.
Peeta picked up the clogs, bridal style, and carried them over to the vendor.
"Are those for your girlfriend or something?" The hooded checkout man said in a gruff voice.
"No, Peeta replied. "They're for me."
There was a deafening silence as everyone in The Hob stared at him.
"Don't judge me, okay!" Peeta screamed. He took the beloved clogs and ran out of the marketplace, not even bothering to pay anymore because the cashier was judging him.
"You what?" Katniss asked angrily. "You- You stole the clogs?"
"The cashier was judging me." Peeta mumbled, examining a tiny flower painted on the shoes.
"That doesn't mean you just steal-"
"Gosh Katniss, you just don't understand what I'm going through right now." He yelled, beginning to cry.
"Whoa, dude, chill." She raised her hands in surrender and backed up a little from her possibly mentally insane boyfriend. "Go... make yourself some bread or something. I know that's your favorite stress reliever."
"CLOGS!" Peeta sobbed, running upstairs to his bedroom. There was a fresh canvas sitting on the desk, and he knew what he was going to do.
He took different colors of paint, and artfully blended it together until it resembled the love of his life. No, not Katniss.
Clogs.