It was a surprise to me to hear that I was beautiful. I heard it from my fathers all the time, but it was a different feeling from a boy my age. "I'm... beautiful, so you saved my life?" I guess that was all it took to win over a Capitolite. They were all so vapid and empty headed, I wondered how they kept their feet on the ground.

"I guess like Finnick Odair from several games ago. He was beautiful too." Maybe it wouldn't be terrible. Finnick had wealth and privilege. Maybe I could use some of that. 

"Thank you for thinking I'm beautiful." I whispered into his ear. Then I pulled back, to really look at him.

He seemed so... normal. Aside from a very expensive looking suit, he looked just like any other boy. No makeup, no hair dye (Unless the red wasn't his real color). "So, where is all your finery? Or are you being casual?" I couldn't help the smirk that twisted my lips. Piston always said I challenged people.