After they've found the pavement, she allows him the lead.
So he winds his fingers through hers and they run.
Even after a day of training, it feels amazing. Wind in her hair.
"Where are we?" she gasps after six blocks.
He leads her inside where the bell tinkles in their wake.
"Ilena?" he calls. A woman approaches the counter, curly, magenta hair bouncing around her face.
"Finnick!"
"You see through our disguises? Two coffees if you don't mind."
"Course." She leaves.
They sit in rickety chairs at even more rickety tables. She grins at him. "Fuck, that was fun."