3 December 2012
"I lost my job." I begin sobbing again. "hey, hey. Shhhhhh." he pats my back sympathetically. "I won't be able to feed myself" he nods "and then I will have to sign up for tesserae, and then...then." I am now crying hysterically. "But what if you had a job?"
"But, I don't."
"well, what if I offered you one?" I don't understand. What does he mean? "I don't know how to fish." I tell him. "But you know how to make nets." Now I get it, we could work together, fishing. "thank you."
"Don't be late for my work!" he says, smirking.
I nudge him. "hey! That was your fault!" we fall down laughing and I am now certain that I love him.
Finnick Fanfic #10 • Opuss № I