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“ The City Circle is in the center of the Capitol. It holds the buildings of Panem's government and other important buildings, such as the Training Center and the President's mansion. ”

- The Hunger Games Wiki

Zedo sat down at a table, sketch books spread around him. He leaned over one, a pencil in hand as he bent over one, changing small parts of an outfits design as he worked. He was planning the dresses and outfits that his tributes would wear for the procession and interviews for the Games. He frowned at his page and scratched his temple with the end of the pencil.

Amber smiled, walking towards the city circle. Her dad said that she needed to meet some people and get used to who she was going to work with, so she should start now. Her mom wanted her especially to meet the stylist, because she said that she met him when she worked as a stylist or something like that. She approached the stylist for District 4, and sat down next to him, "Hi!" She said cheerfully.

Zedo didn't notice the girl's approach until her shadow crossing over his sketches, blocking his light. He looked up at her, an eyebrow raised. "Hello. Can I help you with something?" he asked her as his eyes roamed over the outfit she was wearing. His mind was busy working on an outfit he thought would suit her. He was always doing that but rarely got to make such things come to life. A slight frown tugged at the corners of his mouth as he changed his mental design.

"No," she told him. "I just figured that I better get to know you since we are going to be working together throughout the games. You know, I'm the a District Four escort." Amber quickly thought of something he may want to do and that might please him. "Hey, do you mind making me an outfit for the night of the Hunger Games party at the President's Mansion? Mine is pretty drab." In reality, her outfit she had planned for the party was extremely colorful, but she just wanted something better.

Amber had just found a way to make him like her: She had asked him to design something for her. Immediately, he expanded on the mental image he had already, making it more formal and extravagant for the party, adding small touches of the district that they were working with. "Of course. We really need to work on your colors, Amber. You did an all right job matching what you have on today, but those really are not the best for you, especially in that cut." He picked up a sketch book and flipped to a clean page and began to draw. His hands made quick movements as he spoke, drawing the outline first in black and then adding in color. "Here," he said, and held up the sketch. "I'm think silk."