It had been nearly a week since the incident at the bakery. After storming home, and ignoring Madge's pleas, I threw myself into my work. Studying the various plants and mosses that I had discovered back home. It was better to be prepared anyway.
At first I was furious, the clumsy baker, who I later learned was named Peeta, had embarrassed me in front of his entire shop, and ruined a hand-knitted sweater! But on the Monday, after I had finished my first round of classes, I returned to the dorm, and was pleasantly surprised to find a box of cheese-buns, and a hand written note delivered to me via Madge.
"He wouldn't stop apologizing, he told me that if there was anything he could do to make it up to you, that he would do it. Just let him know," Madge smiled as the words escaped her lips.
"Madge, I think it's best that I just separate myself from the situation, and eat these cheese buns," I explained as I shoved one of the food items down my throat.
The light, feathery biscuit rolled across my taste buds gently. Each bite scent bursts of flavor dancing across my tongue. It was like cheese heaven. I couldn't help but moan in ecstasy.
"You haven't spoke two words to him, and he's already making you moan! Looks like it's meant to be Katniss!" Madge said through her fits of laughter.
"All joking aside, that was the most amazing thing I have ever tasted in my life!"I nearly yelled.
"All the more reason for you to give him another chance!" Madge leveled with vigorous persistence.
Though I did not want to forgive the clumsy baker, my grudge was not backed with a deliberate amount of motives. So I decided to take Madge's advice, and talk to Peeta. This time however, I would avoid dark liquids, and dress in Madge's clothes, for good measure.
The next morning, after I had showered and dressed, I decided to head down to the bakery, hoping to catch Peeta in the morning shift. As I walked downtown towards the bakery, I admired the vast structures that surrounded me. The sturdiness of the buildings reminded me of the crisp oak trees just outside of my childhood home. They stood at glorious heights, their branches soaring towards the clouds. I could nearly imagine myself climbing to the top of the buildings, just as I had climbed the trees, but no matter how I hard I tried to envision the nature I had once experienced, the image would just not reach me.
When I arrived at the bakery, I hesitated. Why should I be the one confronting Peeta, shouldn't he be the one asking for my forgiveness? He ruined a sweater given to me by my great grandmother, all I had done was yell at him for his clumsy nature.
Just as I was ready to turn around, the scent of pastries drifted past my nostrils. How could I resist chocolate covered croissants? This ultimately influenced me into entering the store.
As I entered, I immediately locked into Peeta's intense gaze. His blue eyes widened in shock as I approached the counter. As I stepped towards him, he seemed to shrink under my gaze, much like a child scolded by his elder. But I did not intend to scold-unless completely necessary.
I reached the front counter, and was about to utter an apology when I was interrupted by a pleading voice.
"I am so sorry for the other day! I hope that my stupidity did not greatly effect you." He said with a look of guilt.
"Well you ruined my sweater, and left some pretty nasty welts on my arm." I explained truthfully.
His eyes widened to an even greater size. If they got any bigger, you could serve a dozen cheese buns on them! As his shock lessened, he grabbed my wounded arm, and examined the burns.
"I hurt you." He whispered under his breath.
His touch sent chills up and down my arm. I could not believe how his gentle touch was effecting me. If he continued his examination, I might just melt under his prying fingers. I cleared my throat to gain his attention, and withdrew my arm from his grasp.
"I think we got off on the wrong start, do you think we could try our first impressions once again, without the threat of scalding liquid?" I asked jokingly
Peeta smiled goofily, and extending his own hand for my grasp.
"I'm Peeta Mellark, it's nice to meet you." He said through smiling teeth.
"Hi I'm Katniss." I said, returning his contagious smile hesitantly
Though I was not fully trusting of this individual, and my peace was not quite yet formed. I thought that our introduction would eliminate the growing awkwardness with Peeta.
Let's just hope that he doesn't piss me off again.