I wish you'd write a story where P is the caterer and K is the florist on a huge expensive wedding and they bond over what an awful person the mother of the bride is...
He saw the scowl first.
The beautiful florist rushed out of the mansion, her braid jumping over her shoulders.
She only stopped when she reached her van, banging her head on the side of it.
“She’s at it again?” He had to go back inside too, to face the fury of Effie Trinket, mother of the bride.
Katniss sighed, before she turned towards him.
“Apparently, my orchids aren’t and I quote “ not orchids enough!” I mean, how can an orchid be more than it is?”
“Don’t worry, my salmon isn’t good enough for her delicate taste buds - she apparently had better at whichever French restaurant she went to last week.”
Katniss looked at the sign on the caterer’s van - Mellarks. Everybody in Panem and in a fifty miles radius knew they were the best. She herself had stolen enough canapés and petits fours in the wedding they both worked for to know for sure.
“She’s stupid. Your canapes are delicious. And don’t get me started on your croque-en-bouche, okay. I had more than my fill over the years…”
She blushed as she realized what she had just said. Admitting she had eaten his food, for free, that she knew who he was - she had to stop talking, or she would tell him about this crush she’d been having on him too.
“Tell you what. We’re going to play her. Mind giving me a hand bringing this in?”
Peeta winked before he opened the door to his own van, where row after row of delicate pastries, delicate meals were displayed, kept in the fresh air.
“Holy dandelion, Peeta… I’m starving now!”
He smiled, wider than it was possible.
“You know my name?”
She could have face palmed herself before dying of shame.
“Come with me, Miss Everdeen, I have a plan.”
She tried to recover from her shame, helping him unload a full tray of delicate salmon rolls. He was adamant in making as much noise as possible in the process.
They soon heard the now-familiar tickling of the heels on the yellow and pink marble, a sure thing Mrs Effie Trinket was coming their way to shout at them.
Peeta winked again, before he started talking.
“i’m so grateful Mrs Trinket picked me, you know ? I was ready to sign for the Roothill-Baster wedding, but when this opportunity arrived- How could I say no to a family that has so much taste and prestige? It’s truly an honor to be here.”
Katniss’s eyes grew as big as saucers - until she got the hint. The tickling of the heels had stopped.
“Oh, I know - I was supposed to do the same wedding too - but well, Cato and Cashmere are nothing like Teophilia and Christopher - such a luck for me to be here… I’m just afraid my flowers won’t look good enough in such a beautiful place.”
She wondered how she could keep her face straight - if she dared looking around, all she could see were flashy colors, too heavy chandeliers to be called elegant, and an overall complete lack of taste.
They weren’t surprised when they heard Mrs Trinket come in, looking at the food in front of them.
“Well, this looks good. Maybe you could find some flowers thingy to put next to them?” Was all she said, looking at Katniss.
In a whirlwind of taffetas and perfume, she was gone, the echo of the heels the only remainder of presence.
She never bothered Katniss and Peeta anymore that day.
And was almost respectful to them four years later, when Teophilia married Cato Roothill.
To the upmost joy of the Everdeen-Mellark.
Here you are, Anon. Hope you will like it ! Un-betaed, all mistakes are mine.