WHO: Peeta Mellark and OPEN WHAT: Working WHEN: around Dawn, Sunday WHERE: The Bakery WARNINGS: TBD STATUS: OPEN/Ongoing
Peeta loved early mornings. He always had. It came with being the son of a baker, always having to be up hours before the sun came up to prepare the goods for the day's business. It had always been a special time for him. He'd never been particularly close to his brothers or his mother, but he and his father had always shared a special bond, especially after he confessed to him his feelings about Katniss.
He missed his father desperately, but here in the bakery in this time before dawn, he felt closer to him than anywhere else.
His talk with Katniss last night had been...we'll. if not good, then at least satisfactory. It wasn't what he wanted, but at least they both knew where they stood. It hadn't been easy for him, backtracking on a relationship he'd put so much time and effort into establishing, but Peeta would give anything to make her happy; and he couldn't even imagine pushing her into doing something she was uncomfortable with. They were friends, and they had each other to cling to at night when the nightmares came. It was something.
They'd made extra pastries and breads this morning. Peeta didn't exactly understand 'Church', except that it made them very busy very early on Sunday morning. But they were ready, and Peeta spared the time for a glance out the window to see the sun rise. As it always did. Just like no matter how bad things went, they'd always get better. Hope. It was eternal, and the only thing that was always there to cling to.
He heard the bell on the door and turned to face whoever had come in.