Atlas hadn't been entirely sure he'd recognized the man in front of him - which was why he'd shouted, to make sure. When Leonidas turned toward him, his suspicions were confirmed, and his grin turned wide, warm, and familiar.

"Leonidas Cora! I didn't think I'd woken up back in Two this morning, but now I've got my doubts."

They were just far apart in age that they'd never have been considered for the same Games. But you knew people doing the same thing you'd done, back in District Two; Atlas had followed the hopefuls after his own chance had come and gone with as much enthusiasm as he'd followed his own competitors for that coveted Tribute spot.

He's already waving a waiter over, beckoning Leonidas closer in the same broad gesture. "Come on. Wherever we are, I need to buy you a drink."