NOT ORDINARY
Brutus and Enobaria weren't like most couples. They weren't very lovey dovey, they weren't cliché, and they weren't – let's say – like normal couples.
Of course they weren't like ordinary couples. They were victors, from District Two, and they were both very committed with training.
They'd wrestle and do hand-to-hand combat and they'd find that more romantic than – let's say – dinner and a movie.
Normally, when they came home from a long day of training, Brutus read the newspapers while Enobaria threw knives in their basement. She found the that thuds from the knives hitting the wall were quite relaxing and entertaining.
When Brutus wasn't entirely exhausted, he'd join her and throw knives with her for an hour or so.
But one day, Brutus thought it would be nice to do something different.
He walked downstairs to see Enobaria throwing knives expertly, like always. "Hey, Baria. I had this thought…."
She pushed a strand of hair from her face. "What is it, babe?"
"Have you ever thought about doing something… Normal?" he asked, scratching the back of his neck.
"Such as?" she asked, giving him a confused look.
"Well… Go out to dinner, go see a movie, go out for a walk," Brutus suggested. "Just a thought."
She considered his suggestion and then said, "Alright, we'll do that shit if you want to do that. But keep this in mind: we're not like ordinary couples. Got it?"
"Got it."