Let's start things off. My name is Finnick Odair. I survived the hunger games once. Now I have been chosen to go back for the third quarter quell. Yet again, I am representing district 4. A lot of people will be watching. That's a lot of pressure.
I walk up behind Katniss Everdeen, the girl on fire, before the tribute parade and lean on her horse. I crunch, very loudly, on a sugar cube. Katniss turns her head. "Hello, Katniss," I say. She replies saying, "Hello, Finnick." I hold out my hand. "Want a sugar cube. They're supposed to be for the horses, but who cares? They've got years to eat sugar, whereas you and I… well, if we see something sweet, we better grab it quick." I am trying to flirt with her. I'm known all over Panem for what the capitol make me do. They'll want me to keep at it. "No, thanks," she says, "I'd love to borrow your outfit sometime, though." I look down at what my stylists have put me in. You can't really call it an 'outfit'. It's just a gold net. "You're absolutely terrifying me in that get-up. What happened to the pretty little girl dresses?" I ask. I lick my lips to try and get rid of some sugar. By the look on her face, I think that Katniss got the wrong idea. "I outgrew them," she says. I take the collar of her outfit and run it between my fingers. "It's too bad about this quell thing. You could have made out like a bandit in the capitol. Jewels, money, anything you wanted," I say to her. She tells me that she doesn't like jewels and that she has more money than she needs. Then she asks me what I spend mine on. "Oh," I say, "I haven't dealt in anything as common as money for years."
"Then how do they pay for the pleasure of your company?" she asks. I lower my voice and reply. "With secrets," I tip my head up and make eye contact with her, our lips almost touching, "what about you, girl on fire? Do you have any secrets worth my time?" She blushes. Tries to hide it. "No," she says, "I'm an open book. Everybody seems to know my secrets before I know them myself." I smile. "Unfortunately," I say, "I think that's true." My eyes flick to the side. "Peeta is coming. Sorry you had to cancel your wedding. I know how devastating that must be for you." I pop another sugar cube into my mouth and walk away. I know that Katniss and Peeta are talking about me. I don't care.