Nina x Gemma
Nina watched her ex-girlfriend from a few feet away, stealing occasional glances while she engaged one of her co-workers in a conversation she really didn't want to have. It was likely no secret to anyone that she was less than pleased with the Hellhounds' arrest, let alone the man who worked opposite from her in the department. Whenever she had to feign happiness about the whole thing she made herself focus on all the crimes they truly had committed and told herself that needed to be enough. It wasn't, though, not for this man.
Enough was enough, though. This was a party, even if she was privately horrified by its very reason for existing and the luxuries the Capitol had spared for it. She excused herself and stepped towards Gemma, making a quiet hmmm to get the woman's attention before she attempted actual words -- something that often eluded her when face-to-face with Gemma Wagner.
She wasn't sure where the line was between them. She'd loaned her a dress from Dani Diaz, had opened her home to the woman, and yet there was a giant chasm of distance that separated her from this woman she'd once known so well. Nina blamed herself for it. But still, she couldn't help but ask: "Would you like to dance? Just for old time's sake."