Even without the help, Finnick would have been deeply appreciative of spending an evening with Annie. As it stands, though, he couldn't quite take his eyes off her upon her entrance, nor did he want to. He was dressed in something along the lines of this, vest left unbuttoned with a white dress shirt underneath. Hey, at least he's wearing a shirt. In any case, he gave her a hopefully-not-nervous smile as she took her seat, and nodded.

The somewhat gob-smacked look on his face should be proof enough of his feelings here, Annie, he didn't look this way for just anyone.

"Yeah, they did. I kinda, uh, figured they would."