#annie1

Oh, he was mad. Finnick Odair, son a fisherman, not ‘Finnick Odair, Capitol Darling’, was mad. Not that anyone within hearing distance was in danger of making that mistake thanks to the litany of profanity leaving his mouth in both English and Spanish. 

He could hear the mutterings from the open windows and feel the eyes of the other victors on him as he marched down the beach to Mags’s. They all knew when he and Annie fought. Damn the district’s heat causing everyone and their mother to leave their windows wide open at all hours. A sharp glare was all it took for them to leave him alone. No, he only wanted to talk to one victor right now. Reaching Mags’s, he let himself in from the back-

-and the victor he first laid eyes on was not the one he wanted to talk to. “What are you doing here?” he asked, no, accused Annie. “This is my spot.” He glanced around. “Where’s Mags?”

My sunshine my sunny🌼 Thank you for being such an amazing person in my life. I’ll miss you a lot.. I’ll be praying for you everyday!! I love you❤

She really looked like the kind of person that would have liked to be left alone. And the type of person who could easily kick his ass if she wanted to. Coming to think of it, a lot of people could do that, but that was beyond his point.

Attempting a cool guy walk, he casually slipped on his way to the bench where she was sat. Smooth, luckily nobody saw that.

“Hey.”

Yeah, he had to say something else after that.