The world is a color of black and white. The dreary colors bore me as I impatiantely wait for my soulmate. I dress in my work clothes all the while wondering if the colors acctually match. I decide to walk to work instead of taking the subway. I walk into the building and go straight to the elivator. I watch as the numbers slowly drop to the basement level. I walk to my boring cubicle and start decoding the work from yesterday. I'm in the middle of finnishing the work when I hear a strong steady knock on my door. I look up from chewing my pen and automaticaly my word floods with colors. Bright vibrant red and soft yellows. I look down and realize my colors don't match at all. I look at him and gasp. I can't believe my soulmate is the mysterious Oliver Queen. He looks at me and says "Your pen is red."