We're supposed to be making up this stuff, playing at being in love, not actually being in love.
Suzanne CollinsYou never know. Say the arena's actually a giant cake-" "Say we move on," I broke in.
Suzanne CollinsFinnick?" I say, "Maybe some pants?" He looks down at his legs as if noticing his outfit for the first time. Then he whips off his hospital gown leaving him in just his underwear. "Why? Do you find this" -- he strikes a ridiculously provocative pose -- "distracting?" I laugh. Boggs looks embarrassed and Finnick looks more like the guy I met at the Quarter Quell
Suzanne Collins