A/N: Hi everybody! This is the very first chapter of my first fanfic! I'm a very big fan of the Hunger Games and Everlark. English is not my first language, so if there is any mistake with grammar, I'm sorry in advance. I hope you guys like it and let me know what you think :)

Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games.

The Most Amazing Coffee

Chapter 1

I hear some strange noise. At first, I think it will stop after a few minutes. It doesn't. I groan as I realize it's my alarm. And I already snoozed it a couple times, so I can't do it again because then I'm gonna be late for work. I have to be there at 9 a.m. I shut off my alarm, look at the time -7:30- and sit up. I still have time for a quick shower and breakfast which is good because I can't really be nice to customers if I haven't eaten yet.

I work at Starbucks in Panem, a not really known neighborhood in New York. It's not the best job ever although it gets paid pretty well and I can't complain about the coffee there.

I walk towards my bathroom to take a quick shower. I turn the water on and stand under the hot stream except the water isn't hot. I shiver and realize that the water boiler broke again. Great. Really really great. Frustrated, I quickly wash my hair and my body -I don't bother shaving my legs because it's winter and it's not like someone's gonna see them. I'm pretty pissed that the water is cold, but I have to admit that it is a good wake up call. I shut the water off and grab a towel. I dry off and throw on some blue jeans and a gray sweater. I braid my hair and put on a little bit of mascara.

It's 7:50 when I walk into my living room and small kitchen. I have to be quiet because my roommate -Johanna- is still sleeping. I make a toast with jelly and grab a bottle of water out of the fridge. After I'm finished with eating, I gather my stuff together and get ready to leave. It is 8:15 when I walk through the door of the apartment. I always walk to work. It's not far from my apartment and I don't have a car, so yeah walking it is. I'm a little bit early when I arrive but that doesn't matter because now, I can drink my favorite drink before my shift starts.

"Hey Madge, can I get a venti iced chai latte with vanilla sweet cream cold foam?" I've known Madge since high school, she was basically my only friend. But that doesn't mean she was a bad friend, definitely not, she was and is my best friend. She was always there for me and I owe her even if she says that I don't, I love her though and I don't say that to a lot of people. She is beautiful with her curly blond hair, blue eyes and plump lips.

"Hi Katniss! Right away! How are you?" She says with a smile. I can't help but smile back at her, "Well apart from that my shower was cold this morning, I'm pretty good" I say.

"Did the water boiler break again?" She says while making my drink.

"Yeah it did, it was a good wake up call though." I say trying to sound optimistic.

Madge sees right through me. "You can always shower at my place, you know that, right?"

"Yeah I know, thanks Madge."

She hands me my drink and I happily take it. "Thanks."

"Of course, Katniss." She says with a smile.

The rest of the day goes by as usual. I take orders, I make drinks, I talk with Madge about everything and nothing. I'm almost done for the day when two men come and get ready to take their order. I look them up and down, one of them is very hot. I can't deny it. He has bronze hair, sea green eyes and a smile that has every girl swooning. And by what you can see of his shirt through the opening of his coat, he doesn't have any lack of muscles.

When I look at the other man, all the air gets knocked out of my lungs. He is breathtaking and not only because he is flaming hot but also because he has something familiar.

His blond curls look like he just stepped out of bed, his blue eyes look like he can see right through your soul, his jawline looks like you can cut something with it and his smile looks like the sunshine.

Do I know him? He looks so freaking familiar. If I had already met him, I would've remembered right?

Before I can think further about it, they come walking towards me. I look down at the counter to avoid staring. The man with the blue eyes speaks first, "Hi, can I get a pumpkin spiced latte with whipped cream on top?" His voice is the most beautiful voice I've ever heard. And again, so familiar. "Yes of course, what's your name? for on the cup." I say, still not looking at his face. "It's Peeta, Peeta Mellark."

Recognition surges through me and I look up, still too stunned to speak.

"Hi Katniss." He says with a soft smile.