Annie and crowds? Not always the best combination in the world. Particularly not, she's finding, when she doesn't know anyone. This isn't District Four. This isn't City One. There's no familiarity in clothes or dialect or gesture. There's no murmured, 'afternoon, Miss Annie'. No. There's none of that. There's not even any of her fellow victors. So Annie is starting to feel a bit...
Unsteady. Trapped.
She makes her careful way over to the tree where she and Finnick had arranged to meet up, carefully carefully trying to control her breathing.
He's not there. That's okay.
Annie looks up, sees him, and climbs the tree herself. It's not the easiest, climbing a tree in a long skirt, but she manages it. It's not the first time she's done it. Once she's secure on her own branch (above him), she looks around and then, and only then, does she say anything.
they are doing such a good job of settling in...
Unsteady. Trapped.
She makes her careful way over to the tree where she and Finnick had arranged to meet up, carefully carefully trying to control her breathing.
He's not there. That's okay.
Annie looks up, sees him, and climbs the tree herself. It's not the easiest, climbing a tree in a long skirt, but she manages it. It's not the first time she's done it. Once she's secure on her own branch (above him), she looks around and then, and only then, does she say anything.
"Hi."