Star-crossed lovers desperate to get home together. Two hearts beating as one. Romance.

"Although who knows? Maybe this will be it, Katniss." "What?" I ask. "The time it sticks. Maybe we are witnessing the evolution of the human race. Think about that." And then he asks me if I'd like to perform on a new singing program he's launching in a few weeks. Something upbeat would be good. He'll send the crew to my house.

But what was it Haymitch said when I asked if he had told Peeta the situation? That he had to pretend to be desperately in love? “Don’t have to. He’s already there.

I'm sure they didn't notice anything but you. You should wear flames more often," he says. "They suit you.

It's not easy to find a topic. Talking of home is painful. Talking of the present unbearable.

Just because people starve in a book, doesn't mean that we will starve in the future.

At once, it’s clear I cannot gush. We try me playing cocky, but I just don’t have the arrogance. Apparently, I’m too “vulnerable” for ferocity. I’m not witty. Funny. Sexy. Or mysterious By the end of the session, I am no one at all.