I look at Peeta and he gives me a sad smile. I hear Haymitch's voice. "You could do a lot worse." At this moment, it's impossible to imagine how I could do any better. The gift...it is perfect. So when I rise up on my tiptoe to kiss him, it doesn't seem forced at all.
Suzanne Collins (2010). “Catching Fire (The Second Book of the Hunger Games)”, p.59, Scholastic Inc.
