“How is it that until Peeta and I were thrust upon him, there was no one at all in his life?”

“And then he gives me a smile that just seems so genuinely sweet with just the right touch of shyness that unexpected warmth rushes through me.”
“But more excitement to come! It’s time to choose our boy tribute!” Clearly hoping to contain her tenuous hair situation, she plants one hand on her head as she crosses to the ball that contains the boys’ names and grabs the first slip she encounters. She zips back to the podium and I don’t even have time to wish for Gale’s safety when she’s reading the name.
“Peeta Mellark!”