Oliver Queen was listening to the radio from his kitchen. For the last two weeks he had been listening to this station that was offering two tickets to Aruba and he knew that would make the perfect honeymoon for him and Laurel. When he heard them ask for the next caller, he grabbed his phone and dialed as quickly as his fingers would let him and had to stop himself from shouting when someone answered and he was put on the list to possibly win it. He immediately called his fiancée.

Laurel answered; obviously rushing based on her tone, "What babe? I have to go to a meeting."

"You won't believe this. I finally got through on the radio station."

"What are you talking about?" she said as she tossed her briefcase in her very expensive silver Porsche.

"You know that radio station that was offering the two tickets to Aruba? I've told you about it every week," he replied knowing his words were being totally ignored, "Anyways, don't forget that we need to leave here by two to get to my parents on Wednesday."

"That was this week?"

"Yeah, that is Thanksgiving weekend. You cannot bail on me again. My mom is constantly on me about when she is going to meet you and…"

"I got it, I got it. Next Wednesday pick you up at two. But I got to go."

"Kay, I love," but he heard the phone disconnect, "you."

Oliver looked at his phone and rolled his eyes. Laurel was always so busy but Oliver understood because she was a corporate lawyer and was currently working very hard to make her way through the firm. He met lawyer at an event he was covering for the newspaper he worked at. For some reason, Oliver hit it off with the graceful tall woman that had everything going for her. She was smart, responsible and stunning and exactly what his family thought he should marry instead of wasting his time writing for a newspaper.

His mother nagged him about giving her grandbabies weekly and it had been getting worse since his sister got engaged to Adrian Chase, some doctor with his own practice. He heard his phone ringing from the coffee table, knowing it was his mother based on the ringtone.

"Hi mom," he answered.

"Hello sweetheart, I just wanted to call and remind you to be here early on Wednesday because I am hosting a little get together in your honor since we never got to celebrate your engagement," his mother said with just a hint of snark.

"I know mom. We are going to leave here at two so we can be there on time."

"Good. Oh do you think Laurel will like my sweet potato casserole? I can't imagine anyone not liking it."

"I don't know mom. I'll have to ask her."

"Great. See you then."

"Bye mom."

It was Friday before Thanksgiving and Oliver was walking to a local tech shop with his best friend and coworker Tommy Merlyn.

"Man, why did you choose this assignment? It is so boring."

"No, it isn't," Oliver replied to his friend's whining, "It shows the shop owner's tenacity that they are holding on when larger chains come in to take over."

"Whatever, let's just hurry up."

Oliver and Tommy walked into a local computer repair shop owned by a young woman.

"Hi, welcome to Smoak Tech Solutions, how can I help you?" a young girl about eighteen and short dark hair said.

"We are here to interview Felicity Smoak. Is she around?" Oliver asked.

"Yeah, just a sec she is working on someone's tablet," she replied, "Yo, Felicity, two guys want to talk to you."

"Just a minute," a feminine voice from the back answered followed by a bark and a shushing noise.

Felicity Smoak walked out from the back room to talk to Oliver and Tommy. Oliver's breath caught in his throat. While he had a beautiful successful fiancée, he couldn't ignore that fact that the woman in front of him was beautiful with her golden ponytail, glasses resting on her nose, and a deep purple dress that had a cutout over the chest showing just enough skin.

"Hello, I am Felicity Smoak," she held out her hand to shake theirs, "how can I help you?"

Oliver finally found his voice, "I am Oliver Queen and this is Tommy Merlyn with the Glades Gazette. We are doing a piece about local businesses."

"I read the paper. Don't get me wrong, I love reading from my tablet but there is just something about holding a piece of print."

As she was talking, a small furry dog ran out front.

"Skittles, I thought I told you to stay back there. Sin, could you take him?"

"Sure thing, boss."

"Wait, did you just say Skittles?" Oliver asked.

"Yeah."

"Did you happen to adopt him from the Starling City Animal Rescue?"

Felicity smiled, "I did actually. I saw your picture with him in that article you wrote. I thought it was the most adorable thing."

Tommy watched his friend's eyes light up talking to Felicity. They never did that with Laurel.

Oliver grinned, "I'm glad someone gave him a good home."

"He's good company."

Suddenly, a ringtone filled the room and Tommy answered his phone.

"Oh man," he said into the phone, confusing his friend and the shop owner, "We have to head back."

"Wait," Oliver interrupted, "We barely got started."

"Well, the paper is shutting down."

Felicity and Oliver's eyes widened.

"Really?" "Really?" they answered at the same time.

"I guess we better go then. It was nice to meet you," Oliver said with sadness.

"You too," she responded as she watched Oliver and his friend leave and listened to the jingle from her door shutting.

"Bummer. They were cute," Sin stated behind her to which Felicity rolled her eyes but nodded at the same time.

"I never understood why you wrote at that little paper anyways. So many things are online now and you could be doing so much more with your degree," Laurel said over dinner that night.

"I know but I am still a little depressed and now I have to find a new job."

Laurel put down her fork, "Well, you may want to hold out on that."

His forehead crinkled with confusion, "What do you mean?"

She smiled, "I just heard about a VP position that opened up in Gotham. I am a shoo-in for the position. I have been there the longest and I put in the most hours. Wilson would be a fool not to promote me."

"But Gotham is clear across the country."

"I know but we could do so much there."

"My family and my friends are all here. What am I going to do in Gotham?"

"Be my handsome supportive husband," Laurel replied and rubbed his hand across the table showing her engagement ring.

"Couldn't you wait for a promotion around here?"

Laurel shrugged and he continued to talk, "I mean you are a brilliant lawyer. There is sure to be another position in the firm, right?"

She nodded, "Sure. Let's just finish eating."

They finished their dinner and left the restaurant. Oliver noticed that Laurel was particularly quiet on the ride home and instead of staying the night at his apartment, she said she had papers to go through and said good night without saying I love you.

"What do you mean this won't work?" Oliver yelled outside the restaurant on Saturday.

Laurel had asked him to meet her for lunch and before the waiter brought their order, she told him that their relationship was over. Afraid of making a scene, Laurel pushed him outside.

"I need someone who will support me, Oliver. Someone who is willing to move with my career."

"Is this about Gotham?" he asked with watery eyes, "I'll move to Gotham."

Laurel just shook her head and took the ring from her left hand, "I think you and I are on different paths," she answered and held out the ring, "I'm really sorry."

Oliver took the ring and watched her drive away.