I sit up in my bed and rub my eyes. Knocking. Sighing, I get up and open the door. There before me stands the girl on fire.

"What?" I snarl at her.

"We have to overcome the 'I want to kill you' thoughts," She says, her voice like silk. "We at least need to pretend to like each other,"

"And why should I do that?"

"Because," She smiles slightly. "I really want to get to know the non-bloody thirsty Cato. Plus Haymitch is making us,"

"Fine," I grumble.

"Great! See you at breakfast then," She smiles again and walks off. I'm left wondering what that smile hides.