Finnick awoke to a quiet sound. At first, he thought he must've imagined it, but when he had almost fallen asleep again, he heard it again. A little louder this time, but still muffled. Whoever it was didn't want to bother, he assumed, because anyone truly needing him would've made sure their knocks could be heard. Especially in the middle of the night.

He waited, and finally pulled himself from bed when he heard it again, quieter than the first two times. Eliciting a groan, Finnick dragged himself out of bed, blearily stumbled down the stairs, and made it to his front door. The wooden planks felt cold beneath his bare feet, and the house was silent except for the distant sound of waves crashing against the shore.

Looking out the peephole, he saw a familiar face. Despite the darkness, Finnick could recognize them. Hell, he was shocked to see them standing on his front porch if he was being honest. The salty breeze carried the faint scent of jasmine from his garden.

Finnick opened the door, eyes drinking in the sight of the newest victor. The first thing he noticed was the Capitol silk, how her curly hair was braided back neatly, and the smudged makeup. Then he noticed, and realized, why she was really here. The night air felt cool against his skin as he studied her face.