Who: Peeta Mellark and Santana Lopez Where: The coffee shop When: Monday morning, September 1 What: Coffee and trading stories and who knows what else? Warnings: Santana's filthy mouth
Despite the attitude she'd given him when they'd met, Santana had become the person he felt closest to in Marrowood. He and Michonne had understood each other, and he liked baking with Pinkie Pie, but he couldn't deny circumstances. Given what he'd been through in his lifetime, Peeta was no stranger to how facing certain death could be a bonding experience for people.
He just wished that, in this case, it hadn't involved a literal death for either him or Santana, even if they'd both woken up a few days later. And the only thing he'd taken away from the mysterious network transmission, on Friday morning, was that there would eventually be a time in which people wouldn't wake up. Peeta was in no rush to test that himself.
He'd meant it when he had told her that he wouldn't mind hearing about some normalcy. She seemed to have something from her universe that she was still holding onto, or something that bothered her; even if Santana didn't feel like sharing about it, Peeta hoped that getting coffee together would help them both keep their sanity in Marrowood.
Two mugs in front of him at a table, he couldn't help but smile as she came into the shop. "How much are you going to make fun of me when I tell you this is probably only the third time I've ever had coffee?"