The clocked ticked away, the only sound filling the room. I looked over to Vera who shifted awkwardly, her blue eyes avoiding my green ones.

"What thing makes you the happiest in the world?" She mumbled, scraping her nails over her fingertips.

"I don't have emotions," I said bluntly. The blonde eyes widened, a small blush forming on her cheeks before she looked down, fiddling with the zip on her dress.

"Oh yeah, sorry...I forgot," She sighed before standing up and going to get a drink. She stopped at the barren table and looked it up and down with confusion. I had seen Whyte walk in the room earlier when she was getting ready. The dark haired man looked me up and down, gave me an angered grunt and walked out with all the alcohol. I could only assume he took it back to his room.

"Whyte took them," I said, pushing myself off the chair slightly to get a better look of the empty table. Wait? Was I meant to tell her or is that not a thing you do?

"I know, that dude needs to calm down with the drinks," She snapped as she walked back to the chairs, pushing her blonde hair out her face. "At this rate, even Ava will be able to kill him" She fell back down onto the chair. I leaned in closer to her face as I tried to figure out if she was angry at me or Whyte. When our faces were only a few inches apart, Vera looked up at me and raised an eyebrow.

"Do you love him?" I asked Vera, my breath bouncing off her face and back onto mine. The smell of mint was so strong, not even mint smelt like that.

"I used to think I did but that's all changed now," Vera said softly, it was almost a whisper. This must've been a secret. "He is a jerk who wanted to have his cake and eat it...he never loved me...I don't even think he loved his girlfriend," sadness filled her eyes as she said these words. What did Hunter do in these situations.

"No matter what, you will always have me," I placed my right hand on her knee, rubbing it, and looked her in the eyes. She smiled softly at me, wiping away her tears with her sleeve.

"Have you ever had a women Frankie?"

"Had?" Vera rolled her eyes at me as she leant in closer to me. I wanted to move my head away from her but she wouldn't want me to do that. I had heard Shogo and Hunter use the term "Had" when talking about their past sexual relationships. Is that what she meant?

I hadn't slept with a woman or a man. I hadn't even looked at anyone in that way either. I mean, I always wanted children so I guess I wanted a wife but until I met Vera, no one seemed right. Vera did though. She didn't see me as a monster, she was nice, full of life and she was wasn't that bad looking either. It was just a shame we were both in The Hunger Games. Even if we weren't. We were from different Districts and I was ten years older than her. When she was sixteen, I would of been 26. When I was eighteen, she was eight. So I guess this was the only way it could've been.

Vera jumped up, grabbing my arm and pulled me towards the bedroom. I wasn't sure what I was doing. I didn't know how to please a women in everyday tasks let alone in bed. I mean yeah, I was a fast learner but I could still mess up. While Vera unlocked the door to her room, I looked over to see Whyte staring at me from the end of the hall. He held up his middle finger before slamming his door.

Maybe it was me he didn't like, not my capitol style clothes.