Didn't he know it. Ordering paper was also such a struggle. One would wonder what it was that District seven was even doing. (The side glances to his mouth were likely a factor too, but he could step over that.)

He slides the paper over to her with an eager smile, leaning in. He lifts his hands up, interlocking them so that he can rest his chin atop. All the while, he watches her, noting any makeup, what clothes she wears, the way her hair is done. He mentally picks it all apart and thinks of all the little ways he'd make to improve upon it, were she only lucky enough to be in his district.

Perhaps he can offer her help anyway, he thinks. It'd been done before, and she was such a lovely muse.