A/N: Nothing much to it, I'm trying to write from a boys point of view... That failed. Anyways, normal stuff. Rights reserved, and stuff like that. Blah, blah, blah.
Enjoy- wait you can't enjoy this. It sucked!
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The local coffee shop - Victor's Village - was packed. Every seat was taken by students frantically studying for finals, elderly men chatting, or parents absently rocking their babies back and forth. Peeta had squeezed into the normally quaint coffee shop to escape the blizzard outside, everywhere was white, and it was freezing.
He stomped off the snow and hung up his coats on the overcrowded coatracks, before scanning to find a place to sit. There was no place except by a dark haired girl, and Peeta was left squeezing around chatting kids to get to that table.
The dark haired girl was busy typing on her laptop with papers sprawled across the table and her bag propped on one seat. She was using way to much space, and Peeta felt a twig of annoyance at this picture. People - like him - needed to sit down, it was colder than hell outside, and he needed to get out of the damn snow.
"Um," Peeta said unsurely. "Can I sit here?"
The dark haired girl looked up, and Peeta's breath caught in his throat. Katniss. Everybody - everybody - knew that Peeta had the biggest crush on Katniss, but no one knew why.
Her dark eyes inspected Peeta with apathy, barely looking up from her papers to glance at him. "Go ahead," she said. "Just don't make noise, I have to finish reviewing these notes."
Peeta quietly sat down in the chair across Katniss, and awkwardly focused his eyes anywhere - the windows, bookcases, or barista - so he wouldn't have to stare at Katniss. Peeta could also feel the heat in his cheeks, they were probably red - from coming inside or from Katniss, Peeta didn't know.
Finally, Peeta scraped together his courage, slipped a piece of paper under Katniss' massive stacks, and asked, "So, Katniss what are those notes for?"
Katniss guzzled down her coffee without blinking an eye, "Science. Coin is a bitch with grading."
Peeta found himself absently nodding, he had heard his friends who had Coin say pretty much the same thing. "So— gotta go."
Katniss just ignored Peeta's statement and waved her hand, but what she didn't know what that Peeta slipped his number under her many sheets of paper. It sat there, somewhere between cations and anions - somewhere where Katniss might not find it, unless she was intent of reviewing everything.