Max Caulfield & Peeta Mellark
"You paint? That's cool. I think that's pretty hard in itself. Capturing something on paper like that...it's always seemed difficult to me." Max was no good at drawing or painting even if she could see the world in the light of an artist. Her skill was snapping pictures. She did blush at his compliment though and nod. She'd been hoping people would find her artwork impressive and beautiful, if not enlightening as well.
"You can ask. It's okay," Max replied with a laugh. "It's actually in the junkyard believe it or not. The one Chloe and I hang out at sometimes. Somehow this one rose bush managed to grow there and this butterfly appeared there one day and well, I was lucky enough to snap the picture before it flew away. I took it as a good sign, you know?"