"Scarlet, Chris, come on, sweethearts! It's a long ride." Anfisa called them in as the train started to move. The tears in Scarlet's eyes were dried as she stared forward, blanky making her way to the woman who called. "Oh, here he is, you two, meet your mentor━"
Scarlet followed Anfisa's eye line and turned around instantly before the fancy woman could finish her sentence, only to be met with a glass of red wine their mentor was carrying. The drink was immediately thrown out of his hand at the harsh impact.
"Woah, there, not my drink!" The blonde shrieked, watching as his red wine completely splashed over Scarlet's pale, hollow dress.
"Oh, Finnick, careful with our tribute!" Anfisa called with her usual dramatics.
What a way to start the journey.
"You ruined my entrance," He mumbled.
Scarlet felt her blood boiling at his sarcastic attitude━especially when half of her dress was now in the shade of burgundy. Her soul was starting to get ready to shout an awful number of curse words before she met his eyes. The boiling blood then rushed to her cheeks. She wasn't sure whether it was fluster or rage.
The brunette recognised the famous face belonging to none other than Capitol's darling━Finnick Odair.
"It's fine, it's fine, we have plenty of dresses for you, sweetheart." Anfisa tried, watching the two glaring at each other as though two stars collided.
"You're the girl that volunteered." The boy cheekily nods, eyes meeting hers. Green locking into green.
She blankly stares, "Doesn't ring a bell, sorry." After resisting the urge to roll her eyes at his heavily grinning face, she took a seat right next to Chris.
"So━uh, I have been sitting in that seat for the past four years." He caught her eyes, standing right in front of her to give up the red-velvet seat.
"Your ass must hurt real bad." Scarlet narrowed her eyes.
Finnick was about to come back with a snarky comment, but only laughed to himself after sharing a glance with a wide-eyed, scolding Anfisa, "Some energy and humour, where have you been my entire life?"
