11 September 2012
Imagine walking down the road on your own, you smell the scent of warm cooked bread, you haven't had the taste of bread in ages the last time you had it was when you was 7 your nan made her own until she sadly passed away, you was tempted to go and have a look at the decorated cakes in the window that never sadly sells, you see a pair of eyes watching you, you focus looking at the tasty cakes but helplessly looked at the eyes once again, the eyes disappeared into the crowd if people inside.
You look at the cakes and wonder what you could trade for it but you lose focus when your cold waste suddenly becomes warm you turn to see peeta deeply looking into your eyes and smiling showing you a cake he snuck out for you, you both look at each other for awhile until a screech came from the shop "PEETA!" his eyes rolled and kissed your forehead and ran back in knowing he would get a smacked arse but knowing he made you smile… he didn't care :)
Imagine Peeta… • Opuss № I