Felicity Smoak loved the way her new apartment looked. It was the first real home she had ever had and she was proud of how put together it looked. She had a brand new couch, well it was brand new to her, and it was actually really comfortable even if the fabric wasn't her favorite. And the coffee table, while it was scratched beyond belief, it was still functional and the perfect size for the small room. The lamp was one of the few things she had bought new, mostly because the one she had before sucked the power of out lightbulbs like crazy and she had spent enough nights in the dark because her lamp decided to stop working in the middle of reading a book.
The kitchen needed a little work, but it was good enough. Everything worked and there was a decent amount of counter space and it wasn't like she cooked all the time anyway.
The bedroom fit her bed and her dresser so it was good enough for her. It even had a window with a small balcony overlooking the city. It wasn't a great view but it was better than her last apartment's. She might even be able to fit a chair out there. She could imagine herself spending the night out there with a book and a glass of wine.
The landlord didn't know much about her neighbors when she asked but he assured her they were good people. She wasn't worried though. She was used to having neighbors that didn't really care what happened to you. They'd let you forget your mail in the elevator even if it had your name and address on it. And they were loud and banged on the walls at all hours of the night. But none of her new neighbors seemed that bad. It was a Thursday night so not exactly party night but her old neighbors never cared what night it was.
She still had a lot of things to unpack, especially in her bedroom but she decided that it didn't all have to get done tonight. She didn't start work until Monday anyway. For now she decided to put on some music and tackle the living room. She liked all of her furniture but she wasn't sure if she liked the way it was set up. The TV wasn't plugged in yet so at least it was still easy to move. She didn't use it much anyway so setting it up wasn't really a priority to her. But the couch was actually really heavy and it was hard for her to move it without losing her breath. After moving it around a little she decided that it was good enough. The rest of the furniture would just have to work because she really didn't want to move anything else.
Oliver Queen was angry when he woke up to the sound of heavy furniture being dragged up the stairs at 9 o'clock in the morning. Didn't those people know they were people still sleeping? But being the gentleman he was he got up and dressed to go see if they needed help. Well actually that wasn't why he got up. He wanted to check them out. See who it was.
Almost everyone that lived in the building were single and fairly nice, a lot of them women. Many of them were attractive and his type but he had moved here to get away from that kind of lifestyle. He didn't want to be the type of person that's slept with everyone in the building. Still, if it was an attractive woman he wanted to know.
He cracked the door open to see what he could. There was nobody in the hall but the door to the room next to his was open and he could hear people inside. Two men walked out of the room and went down the stairs. Neither of them appeared to be the tenant. They came back up shortly after with a couch that looked too small for a family, thankfully. A family would be such boring neighbors. Especially since they would hate him.
He wasn't a bad neighbor. He just occasionally liked to throw Friday night parties that went until 2 a.m. and might include some fairly loud music. If it was a single man or even a woman he could convince them to join him rather than complain to the landlord like the last tenant had. He was really boring. Him and his girlfriend were so uptight that Oliver was thrilled to find out they were planning on moving into a house together. Not because he. Was happy for them, but because that meant they were moving far far away.
Oliver continued to watch the neighbor for 10 minutes before he saw who was actually going to live there. She was a petite young blonde, dressed in a short floral dress and heels that looked beyond uncomfortable certainly did something for her legs. Her golden hair was neatly tied up high. He couldn't see her face but she was definitely attractive. Her voice was calm and sweet when she thanked the men for helping her. She didn't pay them though, which meant they were friends or possibly a boyfriend. The thought should've have upset him. He didn't know her at all, she could be a total bitch for all he knew, but there was just something about her. Whoever she was, he wanted to know her better than anybody.