Daniel Odair's P.O.V

I walked around for hours trying to find a lake. There had to be one or else where would they get some of the water.

I was about to give up until I noticed the bakery, the lights were on, unlike the other shops in the town.

I quickly walked over before they changed their minds.

The outside of the bakery was beautiful; the windows were filled with cakes with pretty designs on, one of them had a mockingjay in flight on it.

Taking my eyes off of the cakes I entered the shop.

The bell hanging on the door chimed loudly.

There was only one person in there it was a very pretty girl.

"One second!" Her voice chimed.

She was putting icing on a cake her tongue was out in concentration.

Her small nose was covered in flour hiding some of her freckles she had, and her thick dark hair was pulled up but I could see flakes of flour and icing in it.

I cleared my throat.

Her blue eyes looked up at me, and her face immediately flushed a scarlet red showing her freckles that sprayed across her face.

Anastasia Mellark's P.O.V

There I was making cakes like my dad told me to do. He said that no one should be able to come in because he 'locked the door'.

I'm going to kill him.

I looked at the handsome guy awkwardly standing there. He had sea green eyes, sun kissed skin, and brown hair with blond highlights in it.

I felt my cheeks turn red I felt silly with my bakers outfit on and flour everywhere.

"Can I help you?" I mumbled.

There was an awkward silence before he said "Uhh do you know where there are any lakes?"

Any lakes? Why would he want that? I looked inspected him some more. He was holding some rope and a hook.

Oh he must have been from District 4.

"It's hard to find," I explained "But after I'm done this cake I can show you where it is.

He nodded "Okay," then he added "I'm Daniel,"

I smiled "Anastasia,"

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After I finished the cake I ran to the bathroom and changed and washed my face.

"Sorry that took too long," I apologized.

He flashed a dazzlingly smile. "It's fine."

We were about to walk out the bakery when my mother walked in.