A/N: This will be a collection of the Odesta oneshots I publish on Tumblr. The ratings will vary from K to M, but I will make sure to put a note at the top of any M-rated chapters with trigger warnings. Enjoy!

Prompt: Finnick meets Annie a day before her reaping.

This girl must not be from around here. She couldn't be, or Finnick would have noticed her before. She was… enchanting, he supposed that was the right word, with her beautiful, sea-green eyes and her long, dark hair.

"It's okay if you don't know where the market is. I can ask somebody else." Finnick realized she had asked him a question. His mouth suddenly felt dry, and for the first time in years, he had no idea what to say. Get it together Odair, he scolded himself. She's just a girl. She's certainly an interesting one, but it's not as though you've never seen a girl before.

Luckily, his voice came back just as she gave up and began to walk away. "I know where the market is," his voice squeaked at the end of his sentence. She whirled back around to look at him. Finnick cleared his throat before continuing. "I could walk you there if you'd like." He offered his arm, and they walked to the market together.

"Are you eighteen?" asked the girl.

Finnick's eyebrows crinkled in confusion. Why would she ask that? Then, realization dawned on him. The Reaping was tomorrow. That must be why this girl was in town. "No, I'm nineteen," he said. "I assume you're still in?"

She nodded. They reached the market far more quickly than Finnick would have liked. "Thank you for bringing me here," the girl said. She put out her hand. "Annie Cresta, by the way."

"Finnick Odair." They shook hands. "Good luck tomorrow Annie."

"Thanks, you too. I mean, I hope nobody you know ummm, well, have a nice day." With a wave, Annie headed off to one of the vendors. Finnick walked back to his house in the Victors' Village alone. He couldn't help but be a little sad that Annie would probably only be in town for one day. After the Reaping tomorrow, she and all the other children that weren't picked would go home. But there was always next year, and the year after that. He smiled to himself. Maybe, just maybe, he would get to see Annie Cresta again.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed the story! Thanks for reading! Reviews are appreciated. See you soon,

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