A real date, even (closed to Katniss)
Peeta had showered and gotten himself as cleaned up as he knew how (no stylists for him, no thank you). He had the potion in his pocket, the one he'd won. Honestly, he still wasn't quite sure what to do with it. But that wasn't why he had butterflies in his stomach, to be honest.
He'd asked Katniss on a real date (through baked goods, which seemed oddly appropriate) and that's why he was excited (well, nervous and excited). He even had a nice suit. He had a carnation in his buttonhole and tulips for Katniss and he even knocked on the door of the room, taking a deep breath. He hadn't seen her all day and missed her, actually. "Katniss? It's me. Are you ready?"
He'd asked Katniss on a real date (through baked goods, which seemed oddly appropriate) and that's why he was excited (well, nervous and excited). He even had a nice suit. He had a carnation in his buttonhole and tulips for Katniss and he even knocked on the door of the room, taking a deep breath. He hadn't seen her all day and missed her, actually. "Katniss? It's me. Are you ready?"