Pansy Parkinson & Gale Hawthorne
Gale looked her over. She seemed to have a chip on her shoulder. She reminded him of someone from The Capitol, or one of the lower numbered districts. Someone who thought she was better than everyone else.
He supposed people were entitled to their opinions. He'd made one up for her after only two seconds of exposure.
"I'm here to meet people. What about you, Pansy?" He asked, keeping his gaze steady. She might think she was better than him, and maybe she was. But he wasn't a door mat to be walked over.