roses are red.— [peter/sabrina]

He had a simple name with a nice twist to it at the end. I liked the sound of it. Or at least, what I thought the sound of it was. We'd written each other letters, and I'd seen his name written out. It looked like it sounded nice.

The picture he sent me of himself made me look forward to meeting him even more. He had a good sense of style, from what I could tell. Not that that was the most important thing in the world, but it was a nice bonus. He seemed really friendly though his letters, too, which was even more important to me. Sweet guys were what I liked most.

I'd told him I'd meet him at the train station, so I did just that. I wanted to bring him a little gift, but wasn't really sure what to get for him at first. So, the night before, I decided to bake him some sugar cookies. I really hoped he liked sugar cookies. It wasn't something I'd thought to ask ahead of time, but most people liked sweets, right?

When the train arrived from District Six, I waited for him to step off of it. I was beyond excited to meet him. Was is really possible I'd met my soulmate from another District? I supposed it certainly could be. I just had to hope that was the case, and work hard at making sure he liked me as much as I already was pretty sure I liked him.

As he got off the train, he had a bouquet of pink roses with him. A sense of joy flushed through me, and a smile crossed my face. I rushed over to greet him, but he greeted me first.

”Hi Sabrina? I’m uh Peter. Peter Webster-Văduva. These are for you.”

I gave him a joyous smile and took the flowers, my face flushing red.

"Thank you so much, Peter. I'm so glad to finally get to see you in person!" I said excitedly. I probably sounded cheesy, but I truly was excited.

"Oh! I have something for you, too!" I said, holding out the container of homemade sugar cookies for him.

Peter thanked me for the cookies, and mentioned that he'd have to save some for Willa and Gabriel— his siblings. It was nice to be learning more about his family. I realized I honestly didn't know all that much about him. Neither of us had mentioned our siblings to the other when we'd been writing back and forth before. He asked if I had any siblings, and I nodded.

"Yeah! I have a sister, Ariana. She's a year younger than me, and we've always been super close. I take it you're close with your siblings?" I said to him.

I felt like these sorts of questions were good for getting to know each other, but they weren't always the ones that developed into the most interesting of conversations. So, I had an idea. It was about time to leave the train station anyway, since the next train would be coming in soon, so I decided to make a suggestion.

"You've never been to Four before, right? Would you like to go to the beach? It's really nice, especially this time of day. We can drop your stuff off at my house first, if you'd like, or you can just bring it with you," I suggested to him. I hoped he'd go for it. I loved spending time on the beach, and my ideal date was a beach date. I just hoped he'd brought something to swim in.

He said he was close with his siblings, which I had assumed, but it was nice to hear. A guy who's good with his family is something I like. I'm not sure how well I'd handle being with someone who has a lot of family drama in their life. That's just not what I'm used to, I suppose.

Peter agreed that we should go to the beach, and said that he'd never seen the ocean before. Even better, he called me pretty. My cheeks flushed red when he said this, and I tried to hide it, but it was definitely obvious. He said we could drop his stuff off at my place first and let him change, and then we'd go to the beach. It sounded good to me.

"I- that sounds good to me!" I was stumbling over my words. "You know, you're rather handsome yourself."

I already really liked this guy.

"Sorry if I seem a little weird, I guess I'm just not used to getting compliments very often."

We headed in the direction of my house, and I opened the door for him when we got there.

"After you," I said, allowing him to walk ahead of me.