He observed her. In observing her, he was to create the perfect outfit to make her stand out. His eyes would run over her small, naked frame. A smile had crept onto his face. She, this girl from District 12, was, in his mind, perfect. There was no flaw in her. Her body was graciously shaped, and, although, she may be somewhat skinnier than he would have imagined, but she was perfect.

Admittedly, Cinna wanted to touch. To feel her skin under his own. He knew better than to even allow that thought to cross his mind. Besides, he had noted how uncomfortable she was beginning to get. The loss of her perfect frame from his eyes brought on some form of sadness.

He wondered, if playing with fire would risk everything he had worked hard for.