#askdjflsdf

it had started out innocently. when in town, the new mayor's wife, narcissa malfoy---yes, of The Capitol Malfoys---had stopped him (he thought for the squirrels that were in the bag he carried on his side) and she'd asked if he could come repair the front steps. they'd fallen into disrepair and seeing as the mayor (who was in twelve as penance for his sharp tongue) couldn't get anyone to help them out from the capitol, narcissa had asked the first most able-bodied person she had seen if he could assist.

he was hesitant at first, but she'd promised food---enough for his family's dinner---and he jumped. from then on, anytime anything needed fixing, she'd send for gale who would go and return with a generous meal for his family.

as time went on, the reasons she'd continued to call him to her home were more and more ridiculous. for example, today he was coming over because she swore there was a strange noise in the sink and was sure it meant trouble.

gale turns the faucet on and listens for a minute or two, not hearing anything. no leaks spotted either. he pulls a face of acceptance of this fact and shrugs leaning back against the counter as he turned it off once more. arms cross over in front of his chest as he smirks smugly at narcissa for a moment.

"mrs. malfoy, i don't think there's anything wrong with your sink..." he says as he lowers his hands to rest on the counter, still leaning back a bit against it. "i'm startin' to think you just wanna see me," he says slowly, looking down briefly, then back up to meet her gaze. it's a BOLD move. but one he's quite sure of. all the small glances, little smiles, even giggles he was able to pull from the stoic, icy woman that district twelve was familiar with by now had convinced him that she was just trying to spend time with him. his smile, smug as it was, holds a bit of hope that he's right. oh but, heaven help him if he's wrong.