(More of a Seven Paragraph Sunday) [And unbetad, so please be nice.]
She whirled around right as he stopped behind her, hitting him in the face with one of her braids. She winced and looked apologetic, her cheeks flaming red as a smile stared to climb her face.
Peeta grinned from ear to ear, looking down at the now sopping wet box in his hands. He had started to squeeze it at some point, and the wrinkles showed under his fingers, stretching out across the box.
The box was ruined. How could he make hers special and it get ruined? It’s like the universe hated him. He looked up, an apology on his lips, but the look of excitement in her eye as she took in the box caused it to die on his lips.
“You didn’t really think I would forget about you?” He opened the box to reveal a vanilla cupcake with chocolate frosting on the top, and a red icing ‘K’ in Peeta’s shaky hand the metaphorical cherry on top.
She took it delicately, holding it like it was something special and fragile. “Thank you,” she said softly, looking him in the eyes for the first time, and right then - he was sure of it now - he was a goner.
As she worked on the wrapper, she froze, looking up to him wide eyed before turning and running away.
He was about to call after her when he heard his mother call his name behind him, and he understood. Smiling for just a moment after the girl with two braids, he turned toward his mother. Her ranting and raving fading away as his mind filled with images of Katniss, and one echoing word. Someday.