A/N: Sorry this is so short.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Hunger Games. (Or else Finnick would still be alive.)
"Do you know Annie Cresta? The mad girl?"
Finnick had not previously been paying attention, but this sparked something inside him.
"She's not mad; she just needs different things to be happy!" He snapped, his eyes glinting with something rather baleful.
It was true; Annie Cresta didn't find happiness in social events or friends, but rather, the act of tying a knot out of rope or the feel of winter sand between her toes.
"S-sorry," the lady quickly apologized, looking down at the cigarette in her hand, "rumor is she has a new love interest," the woman continued, inhaling deeply, "I'm not sure who though…" She proceeded to list every man from District Four who could fill the spot.
Finnick smiled to himself. He already knew, of course, the way Annie didn't scream or even push him away when he kissed her on the cheek confirmed that.
"Oh dear, is that the only secret you have?" Finnick taunted, and as the woman told him pathetic tales of the Capitol, Finnick found himself missing District Four- and Annie Cresta- even more.