Peeta's POV

As I stride and make my way to the next table I can't help but assess Annie. She's the first girl who's actually thought Finnick to be a jerk. Most of the girls fawn themselves at him. I hope Finnick meets her, I can't wait to see how it would turn out. I sat on the next table and look at the girl in front of me. She's chewing gum while talking at her phone but when she looked at me I can see her eyes grew wide while her smile grew even wider. She immediately removed her phone from her ears and fixed her appearance making me raise an eyebrow at her.

When she's done, she beamed at me and reach out her hand, "Amy."

I took her hand and give a firm shake to it as I did with Annie's hand, "Pete."

She licked her lips and bit her lower lip, "Wow! You have a very firm hand shake."

I chuckle at her demeanor, "Uh- Thanks."

She started to babble and grin widely at me, "So Pete, how old are you? No! Don't answer that. How good are you?"

I smirked at her, "What?"

"You know what I mean." She then reached for my arm and started forming circles with her finger making me stare at her still smirking at me. I've met a lot of girls who doesn't have a hard time to show their boldness but as it always happen, they don't have an effect on me but I decided to not let her know that. After all, I am a gentleman.

I turn to see how my friends our doing when a certain person caught my eye. She's going around taking pictures, and when she lowered her camera I got a full glimpse of her face. She's smiling to herself as she scans her camera. I didn't realize that I'm staring hard at her until she lifts her head to bring the camera to her face when she stops. I then met her gaze, before she continued taking a picture on my direction and she gave me a smirk after turning away.

"Hey! Are you listening to me?" I felt a hard tug on my arm making me look back to the girl on the other side of the table. She looked annoyed and I clearly pissed her off by not listening to her.

I cleared my throat and smiled at her making it believable as I possibly can, "I'm sorry, what did you say?"

The girl was somehow taken aback with me and soften her features. She giggles and open her mouth but before she can say anything the alarm went off and I immediately stand giving her a short goodbye leaving her stunned. But I can't actually bring myself to feel bad for her because now, I'm looking for someone. I looked around the room but my view is being blocked by people who are standing around and making their way to a particular table. When I was able to spot her, she's sitting in the bar scanning her camera. I pushed through the swarm of people until I'm standing directly behind her. I then make my way to sit to the chair beside her and looked at her. This seems to startle her and immediately turn to face me.

I smiled at her and she just raised an eyebrow at me clearly questioning my presence. For some reason this brings a sudden wave of nerves and I just blurted out the first thing that came to my mind, "Do you believe in love at first sight?"

She let out a small laugh and shake her head, "No. But keep trying." Still shaking her head, she returned her attention to her camera making me feel somewhat dejected.

I get off the chair and does the second thing that came to my mind. I shift and sit to the chair on her other side and looked at her once more. Mustering up all the confidence I can get and beam at her widely. She seems startled by my actions and gives me a curious look.

I grin at her, "How about at second sight?"

This made her laugh and turn her attention to me completely, "You do not give up easily, do you?"

I chuckle, "Seeing that it's working now, I don't think I can just give up that easily."

She rolls her eyes at me and return her gaze to her camera, "What makes you think it's working?"

I laughed, the way she rolls her eyes is making me feel more drawn to her, "Well, if it's not, then you would have just left me here gaping, making me feel like a complete ass. And while you fling you hair as you walk away, I can only stare at you. Maybe a slight tear right here." I answered, making a gesture of wiping a made-up at the side of my eye.

She peered at me and grin at me with must have been the sexiest grin I have ever seen, "You're clearly demented. And apparently, you give yourself enough credit to be that confident. But don't worry, I won't do that to you. I'm a lady like that."

I smiled widely at her and reach out my hand to her, "Not demented. I guess you can pertain to me as a hopeless romantic kind of guy. I'm Pete by the way."

She looked at my hand hesitant to take it, finally shaking her head, "Oh, I'm not a participant."

"Well, it's just your luck. I'm not here to date either." She looked up to me and urge her to once again shake my hand.

She took my hand finally and raised an eyebrow at me, "Really?"

I can't help but feel intrigued to the jolt her hand is bringing to my own as I stare at her eyes which I now realize is the most magnificent eyes that I have ever seen, "Really."

She let go of my hand making me feel disappointed and longing for her touch again, "Then why are you here? Are you lost?"

I cleared my throat, "You're already the second person who told me that, but unfortunately for you, I am not." I then cocked my head to my friends' direction, "My friends over there. They forced me to go against my will."

She followed my gaze, "Well, they seem to be enjoying their selves." She then pointed at Finnick, "You're friend right there looks like an idiot." Then to Cato, "And the one there looks to be trying so hard to get in that girl's pants."

I laughed and return my attention to her, "Yeah. That's kind of their move."

She then raised an eyebrow at me and smirked, "Then what's yours? Randomly startling a girl and say some cheesy pick-up line?"

I suddenly felt shyness surge through my nerves making me look down at my lap as I ruffled my hair, "No. That's the first time I did that. Seriously, did it work?" I looked up at her and see that she's actually smiling widely at me, an amused look clearly registered on her grey almost silvery eyes.

She let out a small laugh and raised an eyebrow at me, "Maybe."

"Oh come on, tell me."

Instead she turn to get off the bar stool and grabbed her camera resting at the bar, "I could. But I have to go back and work. Nice meeting you-"

I immediately stand and again reach out my hand to her. Clearly a handshake is going to be enough of an excuse for me to be able to feel her hands against mine, "Pete."

Fortunately for my luck, she took it and gave my hand a firm grip, "What is that? Short for Peter?"

I shake my head still refusing to let go of her hand, "Uh- No."

She gave a questioning look making me feel surprised that it seems like she's also not willing to let go of my hand, "Aren't you going to tell me then?"

I gave her my most winning smile and said quietly almost like a whisper, "It's um- Peeta."

She move her head, closer to mine making our distance close enough for me to tug her hand and kiss her cheek, but she only seems to want to be sure if what she heard is right, "Peeta? Huh. That's a peculiar name."

We then stand close to each other, face inches away, still holding each other's hand, "You don't think it's funny?"

She only smiled at me and finally the first to let go, "No." She then turn and start to stride across the room away from me.

"Wait! Aren't you going to tell me yours?"

She turn her head back to me, only giving me a sly smile, "No."