Portia nodded excitedly, bouncing up and down slightly. “Oh, yes! They’ll certainly cause a spark at the parade!”
Lukas quirked an eyebrow. “A spark?”
Cinna nodded. "Hopefully a big enough spark to get you sponsors."
Julia bit her lip. "What are you talking about?"
"We're not thinking about coal. We're thinking about what you do with it," he stated.
“Mine it?” Lukas asked, thoroughly confused. He didn’t think that walking around in big clunky mining outfits was that big of a fashion statement.
Portia facepalmed, shaking her head slightly. “Come on now, be smart. Spark? Coal? Connect the two,”
"Burn it," Julia whispered. Her grip tightened ever do slightly on Lucas.I
Cinna nodded. "Exactly."
Lukas stayed quiet, contemplating what tomorrow would feel like being on fire. Surely it’s fake fire?
Portia clapped her hands, disturbing the silence. “Well, it’s getting late. Why don’t you two head up to your rooms? They’re right on floor 3, you can’t miss them.”
Julia nodded slowly. "Okay… Let's go, Lucas…"
Lucas took Julia’s hand and started to lead her to the elevator, lost in thought about tomorrow. A bundle of nerves started to tangle in his stomach, and he made a reminder in his head to take a pill later.
She gently squeezed his hand and followed his lead to the elevator. "I'm just glad it isn't coal dust," she whispered once Haymitch and the stylists were out of earshot.
“Me too,” Lukas laughed quietly. “Not too keen on showing the entire Capitol my junk on live television.” He playfully bumped her shoulder, a small smile plastered on his face
She giggled softly. "That's one way to put it…"
