“Too bad it’s as fake as those pearls you’re wearing.” he hated to sound sour but his mood had been utterly ruined by his time in the capitol. He hated it hear, he had to pretend to be something he was not. Confidence wasn’t something that came natural to the victor, he had learned to overcompensate to keep prying eyes out of real struggles. Like self loathing, depression and the entire latter. “I’m sorry Ole..I am not myself..these days..”
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Olesya fingered said pearls, and smirked. Yes they were pretty but fake, just like the Capitol. That was the funny thing ironically. Her client could have afforded real pearls, but he did’t. Why he hadn’t just given her fabric she didn’t know. She gave him a long look, before saying anything. “The last days in particular? Something bad happen or just being in the Capitol?