How he can make make the world melt away, she'll never know. But she feels happy, actually happy, when Finnick takes her hand and spins her. Annie is no child, despite how most people treat her, but when he looks at her that way, she actually feels like herself; the girl she knows she truly is and wishes she could always be. A normal, healthy and yes, even occasionally happy, young woman.

"I'd hoped you would like it," she tells him through a smile, slightly dazed and breathless from the kiss and a hint of blush on her cheek. She's been told throughout her lifetime by others that she is pretty often enough to know that others must think so. But there isn't anyone, man or woman alive, that Annie believes could compare to Finnick. She's known him for years, and she still he takes her breath away.

She leans into him, her hands coming to rest on the lapels of his jacket, taking the fabric between her thumbs and forefingers and feeling the smooth fabric there, "I missed you."