He walked towards the door, curious to see who else could be in the club, and why they would be using the unfinished basement, he hadn't even gone down there yet. Oliver had told him that the basement would eventually be used as storage, however, because the club wasn't open yet, they had no use of it. Oliver had also said it wasn't the safest area, still under construction.
A tiny, blonde woman, one that he had never seen before, was leaning heavily against the door. She seemed very out of place in the club, with her sweater, hair pulled into a low ponytail, and thick framed glasses perched on her nose. She seemed more like someone that would be found in a library or a book club, than a night club. She was beautiful in an understated way, like you might not notice at first, but the longer you looked, it became more obvious. She seemed frustrated, her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were squeezed tightly shut, and she was muttering to herself.
"Stupid… Thinks he can just… Ugh… What was I thinking… Stupid," she was lost in her angry babbles, most of which Tommy was unable to make out.
"Excuse me," Tommy called softly, not wanting to startle her.
The girl jumped, she looked at him with wide blue eyes that were hidden behind the thick frames of her glasses.
"Can I help you?" he asked.
"Oh… Frack," she breathed, if possible her eyes seemed to widen more.
Tommy smiled, there was something special about this mysterious blonde woman.
"I'm… I was just… The internet," she blurted, her cheeks flushed red. "I mean, I'm no one. I'm just setting your router up. Yep. That's it. And it's, uh, all finished."
"Oh," Tommy replied, he narrowed his eyes. "I thought we already had wifi."
"Of course," she muttered. "It was down. Oli- I mean, Mr Queen called me, he said it wasn't working. So, I came by to fix it. Which I did. All good to go now."
Tommy nodded slowly, not entirely believing her story, but he decided to let it slide. "Well, thank you. How do you know Oliver, Mr Queen? You don't, and don't take this the wrong way, but you don't look like the usual tech geek."
The girl straightened her spine and her eyes narrowed, she glared fiercely at Tommy, a frown on her face, she took a few steps towards him pointing her finger at his face. " 'Tech Geek', I'll have you know I went to MIT, graduated at 19 with Master degrees in Computer Sciences and Cyber Security. So maybe you can explain to me what exactly a 'Tech Geek' looks like? All you billionaires are all the same."
Tommy opened and closed his mouth a few times, shocked and unsure how to respond, feeling thoroughly reprimanded. "Sorry," he finally stuttered. "Sorry, I didn't mean to insult you. And thank you, really. For fixing the internet. Can't really survive without it these days."
"Not a problem," she took a step back, straightening her red sweater, she smiled shakily.
"But, how do you know Oliver?" Tommy asked again, still curious.
"I work at Queen Consolidated," the woman supplied. "In the IT Department, Mr Queen had come to me with computer issues, so when he was having problems here, he asked for me to help."
"Hmm," Tommy nodded.
"So…" she trailed off awkwardly. She looked over her shoulder, eyeing the basement door.
"Are you all right?" he asked cautiously. "Earlier, before I insulted you, you seemed upset about something."
Her eyes widened and her lips formed an 'o' shape. "It's nothing," she brushed it off. "Just a guy, being… A guy, a very stubborn, stupid guy. But it's fine. He's just… I'm done, totally over it, so…"
Tommy nodded, a light laugh escaped his lips, it was obvious to him that she was anything but 'over it'. "Well, I apologize, on behalf of all 'guys being guys'. We can be stupid, and sometimes we need a beautiful woman to remind us of that," he said charmingly.
The girl tilted her head and eyed him carefully. She was silent, just watching him, her eyes moving over his face. Tommy shifted, slightly uncomfortable under her gaze. There was something about the way she was looking at him, something that made him feel like she could see right through him, see past the charm and bravado. He cleared his throat awkwardly.
She shook her head, breaking her gaze and looking down at the floor. "I'm just… I'm going to go now," she mumbled.
"Of course," Tommy tried to smile with his usual charm, but it felt false on his face. "Well, thanks again… What did you say your name was?"
"I didn't," she replied.
"Right," Tommy took a step towards her, and held his hand out. "Tommy Merlyn."
"I know who you are," she said. "You're the manager here. And Oli — Mr Queen's best friend. Son to Merlyn Global CEO, Malcolm Merlyn."
Tommy bit his lip, holding back a laugh at the blonde's endearing babbles. "Right, and you are," he prompted.
"Oh. Felicity. Smoak," she filled in shaking his hand firmly.
"It's nice to meet you," Tommy said lightly.
Felicity nodded, a shy smile on her face. She looked towards the door. "I'm going to go now," she said and walked briskly towards the door.
"Felicity," Tommy echoed quietly as he watched her ponytail disappear through the door. He stared at the door for a few moments, thinking of Felicity. There was something about her, something different. The way she seemed to see right through his charm, he had never really met anyone able to do that. Laurel, but that was mostly because she had known him for so long. But Felicity, she had only spoken to him for a few seconds and was able to see right through him. It surprised him, intrigued him. And as he walked up the stairs to the offices, he couldn't help but hope that he would see her again.