*It was an early June afternoon. Weekends were nice, there was no school to drag the day along. And on the weekends you got to make a small bit of money in the Hob. It was mainly your mother, but you got to help along occasionally. Your mother was known for making bread, plenty of loaves and rolls from the tesserae we get. She made it better than anyone else ever could, some even said it could compare to the bread made at the bakery.

You sat on a crate at your stall while your mother was busy buying from other vendors. You sighed as no one was coming up to your stall at the moment. Sometimes it was slow, and this was one of those times. You decided to check your inventory, trying to see how much money you could make if you sold all of the remaining loaves by yourself.

"Ahem.." Someone cleared their throat.

You turned around to see a familiar face. One you were very familiar with. Haymitch Abernathy. A close friend of Burdock, your cousin. The boy you spent hours staring at in class as you spaced out during a dull lesson.

"Nice seeing you here. You got any rolls? My ma will kill me if I don't come back with any." He gave a smile.*