Finnick Fanfic #15

On our way back, we stop off at the market to sell today's fish. Two druken, middle aged men are arguing over a bottle of whiskey at the alcohol stall. Finnick slips his hand into mine and holds it tight, protecting me. We reach the fish stall. Metal buckets filled with fish are placed in three rows along the wooden counter and a foul smell fills my nostrils.Old Sage, the woman who buys/sells fish nods as we walk towards her. She stands up, wrapping her old shawl around her. "What've you got today then?" Finnick puts the bucket of fish on the counter, smiling. "Three horse mackerel and four sardines." She raises her eyebrows and exhales to show she is impressed. Old Sage places some coins in Finnick's hand. "Keep the change." We thank her and leave the market. Using the money we've made from selling the fish, we buy two fresh loaves of bread from the bakery, still warm; and head back to my house.