Not just a pretty face[Tom]

A fresh layer of snow coats the ground of District one and you carfully pick your way over it. Your shoes are not meant for snow, they're meant to look nice. You hum a little tune as you walk, feeling in a relatively good mood. "I am a heart that's hard to pin, you are an arrow stickin in, I pull you out and put you down, with all the others scattered round" you sing to yourself as you walk. You like the snow but not in these shoes. Why did I wear these you wonder as you almost fall on your face. Luckily, as a dancer, your reflexes are pretty good so you catch yourself before you fall. You pick yourself up, look around to see if anyone saw, and continue on your way as if nothing happened. A blush slightly coloring your cheeks.

Upon arriving at your destination, a club, you search your purse for your wallet, its the only way they'll let you in to these things. You find your wallet and pull out your ID, showing it to the bouncers who stand at the door. One of them nods and lets you in. The bass fills your ears as you walk onto the dance floor, your short dress tight against your curves, and look for someone to dance with. A girl like me should be able to find someone to dance with you think scanning the crowd. Just then, you see someone across the club who's just entered.

You walk over to them, smiling flirtatiously, and see that its a guy. You've seen him before but don't remember his name. "Hey," you say.