The knocking gets louder.
"Kat! Kat, open up!"
I know that voice, it's Joanna.
Peeta looks at me inquisitively. "I guess I need to see what she wants," I groan. He reluctantly lets me up, I throw my shirt back on and hurry to the door.
I open the door just a crack, "Dude, what do you want?"
"I left my phone here last night, what's your deal? Aren't you going to let me in?"
"Well, I was kind of busy." I raise my eyebrows at her.
"Oh, shit. Really? Is he still here?" Joanna looks shocked and slightly embarrassed.
My eyebrows shoot even further up my forehead.
"Damn man, I'm sorry, I'll just get my phone from you later." She answers.
"No, hold on. I'll bring it to you but then you need to hurry up and get out of here," I whisper. I go over to the floor in front of the loveseat to find her phone. I don't see it immediately, so I grab the fluffy pink blanket in the floor and shake it, her phone falls to the floor with a dull thud. I pick it up quickly and scurry back to the door to give Joanna her phone. "Here you go."
"Thanks man, and again, I'm so sorry." She really does look apologetic.
"No worries, man. I'll call you later," I reply before quickly closing the door and returning to the bed. To Peeta.
"Sorry about that, Jo left her phone last night." I apologize to Peeta.
"No need to apologize Katniss, it's fine, really." He flashes me his crooked smile. God, I love that smile.
We sit there in silence for a couple of minutes. It's starting to get awkward again when suddenly I remember that I'm starving and I have a giant cinnamon roll to eat. I reach out to grab the sweet sticky bun, it's still warm. I peel off a piece and pop it in my mouth. "Peeta, these are so good," I compliment him through my full mouth.
He grins, "I'm glad you like them."
We sit there in my apartment laughing and talking about how emotionless Dr. Coin is for the next half hour. Until suddenly he checks his phone and says he needs to get going so he's not late for work. He stands up and dresses slowly. I watch his muscles flex and relax as he pulls on his clothes.
"So where do you work?" I ask him.
"At the bakery downtown." He answers me, smiling. It looks like baking really makes him happy.
"Ah, I should've known. That's why I always see you walk by covered in flour."
He grins again and reaches down to put a hand in my air. "You noticed me."
I blush and reach up to grab his hand. I press my check into his hand. "Of course I noticed." Peeta smiles again but it's not the same smile, not my crooked half smile, it looks almost sad. I press his hand to my lips and give it a soft kiss
"Well I better get going to work." He says smiling again. "I'll text you later."
I stand up to walk him across the floor to the door. As the sunlight washes over my face he leans down and presses a kiss to my forehead.
"Have a good day, Peeta!" I call to him as I watch him walk down the street. He turns round and waves, the sunlight gleaming off of his blonde curls. I step back inside the door grinning as I shut it.
Wait. What the fuck. Why am I feeling so happy? I never thought I would feel anything for anyone again, but there's something about him. There's something about the boy with the bread.