You have provided a spark, that left unattended, may grow into an inferno.
•president snow•the hunger games•suzanne collins•
At 2pm I wandered through the streets to work, shrugging off my coat and replacing it with the apron.
I got shoved a slice of the heavy chocolate cake, and I drew double ovals, sprinkled with flowers, and dusted it with icing sugar.
"Service!" I yelled back, my voice shaking.
Yelling wasn't my thing.
I barely even screamed, and when I did it was pitiful and soft and not urgent enough that my parents ignored it.
When the hot water washed over my cheeks, I thrashed and tried to scream, but no sound came out.
I heard Tim's jacket get hung up behind me. I could tell by the little clicks from the numerous zips, and the small bells ringing on the pulls of the zips.
"Olivia!" He sang, leaning against the bench behind me.
I drew a caramel triangle, sprinkled yellow flowers, dusted with icing sugar and sent it over. "Service!"
"Yes, Tim?" I asked, my voice coming out more bored than I wanted. "Sorry."
He just smiled. "Sorry for what?"
"Nothing." I smiled at him softly.
I could almost feel a twinkle in my eye.
Maybe he was lighting a spark. A small one, where even the weakest gust of wind would extinguish it;
But it was enough to be the beginning of something.
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