Annie had recently gotten into photography. Sure, she'd taken pictures before, but this was different. She quite enjoyed the challenge of sneaking in photos of Finnick as he climbed out of the pool with her other more artistic pictures—though saying Finnick wasn't a piece of art was definitely a lie.
She was sure Finnick didn't notice as she took the pictures, and remained ignorant about how Finnick would smirk slightly every time she held up the camera, or when he wasn't ready how he would move around so the picture was too blurry to keep.
It was only later, when Finnick shouted, "Be sure to get my good side!" that Annie embarrassingly realized he'd known along about her little secret. After that though, Annie started making him pose and afterwards, they would sit at the edge of the pool and watch as the sun sank and the moon and stars made their first appearance of the night.
Annie snapped a quick picture, capturing the perfect angle where the sunset and the beginning of the night could be seen. "Almost as perfect as those pictures of me," Finnick teased, kissing her cheek.
