HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY! May is the month we celebrate all of our Mom's. Thank you to my beta Alliswell21 for making this story sing & to kleklutch for creating the rocking banner. This part is from the movie all rights belong to Bridget Jones Diary.

It's time to meet Gale...our Daniel Clever...

"Dear Diary:

After a month of dieting, I can say I have lost an incredible ten pounds! My romantic status, like the desert: barren. Going to the gym is the highlight of my week. Though Gym gives free Pizza to its patrons, in past life this would have been a dream. Now commitment to weight loss is more important, I shall not let the Peeta Mellark's of this world get me down!

Weight: 147 pounds.

Drink: Water.

Food: None, but ravenous. Would love a meaty burger, with cheese, loads of bacon, and steak fries,"

Katniss wrote, but did not know she spoke out loud as she did.

"Put one down for me too."

Katniss looked up from her diary and saw Gale Hawthorne grinning at her with a book in hand.

Gale Hawthorne was constantly in the library borrowing books. He was a writer, who wrote the most fantastical short stories. He was roguishly good-looking, and fit the tall, dark, and handsome bill to a tee. He also called her Catnip as a joke, because when they first met, he didn't catch her name properly.

Katniss had a crush on him but never said anything. Embarrassed, she lost her voice. She intended to snap shut her diary, but it slipped out of her hand and nearly hit him in the face before falling on the floor.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I just... I apologize." She bent down to pick up the book. But when she sat up, she saw he was staring at her butt. She blushed, "How can I help you?"

"Well, you can start by telling me where the other half of your skirt went." Gale grinned and leaned over the table.

Katniss felt like her face was on fire. She hadn't done her laundry and had to wear the skirt Finnick got her for the vicar and tarts party he hosted a few months back.

"Sorry," She uttered ashamed of her clumsy behavior.

Out of nowhere, a female voice hissed making her jump, "Katniss, please remember this is a library. Not one of those chain bookstores that have hipster music, and overly expensive coffee." Effie, her supervisor, whirled by with a book cart.

Gale lowered his voice, as to not get Katniss in further trouble, "Is your skirt sick? Librarians do not wear skimpy outfits, unless their matronly ones disappeared, or get sick." He grinned sexily despite being caught gawking at her derriere.

Katniss was not sure what to reply. Intriguing men like Gale Hawthorne did not openly flirt with girls like her unless they wanted something. However, there was literally nothing she could offer him. His reaction to her made her head spin.

"Do all Librarians dress like you on the other side?" He pushed himself up and looked over the desk shamelessly.

"Mr. Hawthorne," Katniss laughed.

"Well?" He winked, "Inquiring minds want to know."

Katniss looked at her diary. Normally she would have shrunk back, but this was a new year, and she was going to give as good, as she got. "I am appalled and so is my skirt. Skirt is not sick, only Mr. Hawthorne is."

"Mortified to have caused such offense to your skirt, but will remain politically correct and apologize to you both. I will have to say though, your breasts look amazing in that top."

She grinned, "My boobs thank you for the compliment, though my skirt feels jealous now."

"Well, then I think I'm going to have to take your skirt out on a date then." Gale's white toothy grin contrasted his tan skin. "It just so happens, a friend of mine is launching his newest book tomorrow night, if you skirt agrees to do me the honor."

Katniss drummed her fingernails on the desktop carefully. She pretended to think about it, and then said, "Skirt agrees to your terms, on one condition..."

"What is that?"

"The skirt will meet you there." Katniss kept her smile careful as he wrote down the location information and his number.

He walked away, and she stared at his ass, he turned around pointed to her chest and said, "Oh bring along your girls, just in case they want to chaperone the naughty skirt."