Ladies and gentlemen, I present yet another oneshot. As per usual it is Peeto, or Peetato as you like it, which as we know is Peeta/Cato and of course slash, glorious slash. This is K rated. No bad language and the like. But do review I should like to see what you all think.
Like my last oneshot Mattiboi gave me the idea for sales!assistant!Peeta.
Anddd.…on another note if any of you should have prompts I should like to give them ago.
Peeta had been asked to get clothing from the fitting room, simple enough, he had been working in the department store for several months and knew most of what he was doing. Easy said, easy done.
He fixed his trousers and his shirt, he turned on his heel and left, a short walk twenty metres at the most and there were the fitting rooms, Peeta reasoned that being that it was nearly six in the evening and the store closed at six there oughtn't be anyone in there.
He turned the corner clothing rack in hand took the ladies fitting area first. As is said gathering the clothing and putting it on coat hangers and from there onto the rack, now was the gents.
There were three changing stalls, in a row, '1', '2' & '3'.
Staring with one he made his way down to 3.
He, Peeta Mellark opened the door without a second thought not knocking as he had done with the others, perhaps he ought to have done it perhaps it was best he did as he did.
Presently Peeta had flung open the door rather than turning the knob and pushing, the sight which beheld him was…mortifying…wonderful…horrifying…marvellous. Peeta was rather conflicted with his feelings. Before him was an absurdly handsome blonde haired blue eyed man, not only this but he was in nought but his briefs, which left little to the imagination, Peeta could regrettably only stare.
The man smirked "Got a good view, Peeta?" Curse the damnable name tags.
Peeta gasped which came out like a nervous shriek as opposed to anything "Yes-Oh-I rather-no, I…" Peeta trailed off there. Nervousness was gripping and he blushed like a virgin schoolgirl, he had hitherto thought himself past the age of blushing, obviously not. Peeta, knowing not else what to do did as de Tourzel did, he fled, the fitting rooms were Les Tuileries his department was his Convent de feuillant, though if it was to be quite like it was for de Tourzel & Lamballe. The evening would not end well. If history does indeed repeat itself. de Tourzel was saved from prison by a mysterious gentleman, there was no gentleman here to save him.
What happened after this is of no consequence but where the scene is now drawn up is at the registers, where his supervisor, Effie is waiting for him, in her hand is a small piece of paper, "Peeta dear, someone left this for you" she grinned "Don't kiss on the first date" He groaned inwardly and had a slight nervous feeling inside.
"Effie, what am I looking at?" He glanced at the folded paper in her hand.
"Oh silly me, it's a phone number from that lovely boy who you met in the fitting rooms"
For the second time that day Peeta blushed like a virgin schoolgirl, he took the paper from her proffered hand
"Anyway Peeta off you go, you have a big, big day tomorrow" Effie thankfully dropped the topic but for once Peeta had to wonder if her trademark phrase was in this case a euphemism.
