The brisk air is harsh, nothing like the warm breezes that District Four brought at dusk. Annie pulls her coat closer around her and her knees closer to her chest. For a moment she toys with the book beside her.

"Finnick," Annie calls out. "Are you sure we're allowed to be up here?"

"Yeah. In my Games, the escort told us to check it out if we couldn't sleep. Ruthie was-"

"I know, I know. Ruthie was smart, Ruthie was sensitive, Ruthie was sexy," Annie jests, a gentle smile playing on her lips.

"Hey! That was one time!" Finnick exclaims. Annie chuckles, staring into the sky. Sliding her hand along the concrete floor of the roof, she nestles her cold hand in his warm one.

"Maybe it was, but all I know is that you were hot for your escort when you were fifteen."

"Oh, my god, Annie, you're relentless." Finnick playfully punches Annie in the shoulder, rolling his eyes. Annie hits him back, harder. Finnick's next hit is harder than that.

"Ow," Annie says playfully. She leans on his shoulder, clutching his hand. "I love you," she murmurs, kissing his hand.

"Mm-hmm. You too."

Their eyes catch on each other, two pairs of sea green eyes in the dim light of the Training Center roof. Annie picks up her head and pulls Finnick's lips gently to hers. When they meet, Annie only knows a world where they can spend forever on this roof.