A/N: Here's the follow up to First Date! There's a couple of chapters of setup before the actual date, bear with me.

Felicity pulled up to a spot in front of Big Belly Burger and turned off her car, sighing with relief. It had been a long morning at Queen Consolidated. One of Ray Palmer's first decisions as the new CEO had been to launch a company-wide upgrade to their security system, which involved meticulous coordination between Felicity (who was now IT Director, the other of Palmer's first decisions as CEO), QC's head of security, and two liaisons from the Department of Homeland Security. They were trying to troubleshoot their way through a particularly stubborn glitch in the mainframe, and more than once, Felicity lost her patience with the suits and used her loud voice. None of them had any real understanding of the finesse that was necessary for working with computers. They all thought that, because they were machines, all you had to do was change up some wires and make it work, but Felicity knew differently. Computers were like children; you had to tell them what to do, in specific detail, and when they disobeyed, you had to put your thinking cap on and figure out where the root problem was, so you can get through to them and communicate better. IT was an art, not just a science. But try to tell that to these gorillas.

She shook off the stress of her morning and walked into the restaurant with a skip in her step. Today was the day after her date with Oliver, and she was really excited to see him again, even though it had been little more than twelve hours since she saw him. She wasn't quite sure how he would behave around her now. Would he pretend like nothing happened in front of Diggle? Would he be more obvious about his affection for her? She decided she would follow his lead about how public he wanted to make their…thing.

Her steps slowed as she approached their table. Oliver and Diggle were in mid-conversation when Oliver looked up, and a bright smile lit up his face. He scooted over on his side of the booth and beckoned her to sit next to him. She took her seat with a smile, and before she could even say hello, Oliver cupped her face and kissed her, passionately, on the lips.

Well, that answers that.

Oliver pulled away from the kiss with a very wide grin. Felicity blushed intensely, sneaking a glance at Diggle, who was currently smirking.

"'Bout damn time," he said nonchalantly, picking up a french fry.

Her blush intensified.

"But," Diggle continued, pointing a finger at both of them, "you two better keep it in your pants in the lair, or put an arrow in the door to give a brother some warning."

Both Oliver and Felicity blushed at his words. "We haven't—" she started.

"It's not—" Oliver said at the same time.

"Ah!" Diggle interrupted, throwing up a hand. "Don't care. Not my business. I've said my piece." With that, he took a sip of his drink, letting them know the topic was officially closed.

Felicity exchanged a shy, but heated glance with Oliver. There was an uncomfortable silence between the three of them; well, Diggle seemed very comfortable, so the tension was thick for only two of them.

Oliver cleared his throat and directed his next question at Felicity. "So, what's been going on with my company?"

She sighed with relief at the change in topic, and slipped into business meeting mode.

"Right now, we're rebuilding," she began. She paused to give her order to their waitress before continuing. "The AS building is being reconstructed, and all the security protocols are being changed, not just for Applied Sciences but for QC headquarters and all the subsidiaries, too. Which means, I might be traveling in the near future," she stated with some dismay.

Oliver's head tilted in curiosity. "That's a lot of work. Where's QC getting the funding for this?"

Felicity shrugged. "From what I could tell, Ray has some federal connections, which is kind of interesting."

Oliver's eyebrow quirked and a muscle in his jaw ticked. "Ray?"

Felicity ignored him. "I've checked him out and he's got some classified information in his background, so I'm guessing he did some work for the government. Maybe DHS, since I've been working with their lackeys."

Diggle rubbed his chin. "Is that ethical, for the federal government to be investing money into a corporation?"

Felicity shook her head. "They're calling it relief funds, because, apparently, the bombing was categorized as terrorism."

Oliver startled at this news. "Terrorism? Is that what Isabel told them?"

"No," Felicity countered. "Not necessarily. From their point of view, Starling City got routed by men in masks, and A.R.G.U.S. showed up ready to level the city. The bombing seemed like the thing that set everything off, so they're writing off the whole thing as a terrorist plot."

"Does that mean the feds are after us?" Diggle asked in a low voice.

"I don't think so," Felicity reassured. "They're blaming the whole thing on Slade, and if there's one thing the feds hate more than anything, it's re-opening a closed case. So, I think we're safe for now."

"But you covered our tracks, right?" Oliver asked.

Felicity scoffed. She gave Oliver a patronizing glare. "Do you really need to ask?"

Oliver just smiled. "What else?"

"Well," Felicity continued, "we have metal detectors now."

Oliver frowned. "Is that really necessary?"

"The Board decided," Felicity said flatly. "I guess getting attacked by gunmen made them anxious."

"But I took care of that last year," Oliver protested. "I got an entirely new and better trained security team."

Felicity sighed. "I know, but this board is second guessing your decisions of the past year, and even though I think they're over-reacting, it's their decision."

Oliver shook his head. "I'll talk to them. It's not the right move for the company, it sets a bad precedent—"

"Oliver," Felicity interrupted, placing her hand over his on the table. "Please don't take this the wrong way, but I don't think anyone on the board will listen to you right now."

"Would they listen to you?"

Felicity started shaking her head vehemently. "Oh, no, don't get me involved! I have no interest in corporate politics. I'd much rather deal with machines."

Oliver ground his teeth in frustration. "Then I'll talk to Ray." The contempt in his voice was obvious.

Felicity held back a sigh. Over the past couple of weeks, she had been noticing Oliver's unfriendly attitude toward Ray Palmer, almost from the moment they met him. In hindsight, she could see that some of that attitude came from jealousy; Ray Palmer had kissed her hand in greeting, she had been flattered, and Oliver had glared. His behavior had been reminiscent of his meeting Barry Allen. But the contempt in his voice wasn't coming from jealousy; at least, she didn't think it was.

She decided to confront him. "What, exactly, is your problem with Ray?"

Oliver just frowned at his food.

Diggle chuckled, and Felicity looked at him, asking without words to explain. Diggle just quirked his eyebrow and said, "Because you called him Ray."

So it was jealousy. Felicity looked at Oliver, and held back a laugh at the picture he portrayed. He was sulking like a child who got called out on bad behavior, and it inexplicably warmed her heart. She decided to show him some compassion.

"Oliver," she began, tightening her grip on his hand. "You have nothing to worry about. You're my guy, remember?"

Oliver finally looked up at her with a small smile, remembering their conversation from last night. He thanked her with a gentle kiss that went on a little bit longer than was appropriate in mixed company. They broke apart when a throat cleared.

They looked at Diggle, who regarded them silently for a beat, amusement sparkling in his eyes. Then he spoke. "Can we get back to business, please?"

Felicity ducked her head and blushed. Thankfully, her food arrived just then, and she had an excuse not to speak for a while. She listened as Oliver asked Diggle about last night's patrol, which had been uneventful. They talked about increasing Roy's training regimen, and Oliver considered giving him some advanced archery training. She liked the sound of that; the more people that could help Oliver in his crusade, the better. He would have more backup, and if things kept progressing the way she hoped, he would be able to take the night off more often.

She asked Diggle about Lyla's pregnancy, and she loved how his entire being lit up as he talked about the baby. She couldn't wait to be an aunt; she was going to spoil that baby rotten when he or she came out. She said so to Diggle, which made him laugh.

They spent the rest of the lunch catching up on the mundane details of their lives. Felicity talked about the current gossip mill at QC (of which she was an unfortunate victim, having received yet another unusual promotion). Diggle talked about his current one-percenter who was terrified that the Arrow was going to come after him (which amused them all to no end, since the Arrow only went after real criminals, not paranoid wealthy old men whose only crimes were gluttony and reckless spending). Oliver updated them on his epic saga of trying to reclaim his assets (of which the only victory so far was a studio apartment in the city, so that Oliver didn't have to be homeless).

Oliver also spent the rest of the lunch making physical contact with Felicity in some way, whether it was holding hands on top of the table, or wrapping his foot around her ankle, or holding her against his side with his arm around her waist. Each time he made contact, it caught her slightly by surprise, as she was still getting used to the overt affection he was displaying. Not that she was complaining.

The conversation hit a lull. They sat in a comfortable silence, with Diggle texting on his phone, and Felicity leaning into Oliver's side with his arm wrapped around her shoulder. The waitress came and left the check and cleared away their plates. The three of them proceeded to play their usual tug of war with the check, until Felicity won this time. Diggle and Oliver murmured their thanks and she left some cash on the table.

"Well, kids," Diggle said, standing up from the table. "The time has come for me to go."

"See you at 4?" Oliver asked him. Diggle nodded.

"Bye, John," Felicity said with a little wave. Once he left the restaurant, she turned to look at Oliver. "What's going on at 4?"

Oliver raised an eyebrow at her. "That's for me to know, and for you to find out. Later." He punctuated this with a kiss.

"Hmph," she scoffed lightly. "Keeping secrets from me?"

Oliver shook his head. "Not a secret. A surprise. There's a difference."

Felicity smiled. "Oh, well, in that case, that's okay."

They fell silent, simply enjoying each other's warmth and affection, until a quiet little nudging in her conscience reminded her of her responsibilities at work.

She groaned into his chest. "I have to go back to work."

His arm tightened around her. "No chance you can play hooky?"

She shook her head. "No, there's a nightmare of a glitch I'm trying to fix, and if I didn't go back to it today, I'd have to face three angry men in suits on Monday."

"Okay," Oliver relented.

Felicity made a quick pit stop to the ladies' room, and when she returned, Oliver reached for her hand and led her out of the restaurant. They walked slowly, reluctant to part from each other's company. She took a deep breath, feeling happy and content.

"I could really get used to this," she said softly, smiling at him.

Oliver returned her smile. They reached her car, and he opened her door for her. He took a deep breath and gazed into her eyes, and she saw her contentment mirrored in his face. He leaned his head down to give her a soft kiss, and she met him halfway.

He pulled away slowly and took another deep breath. "Can I follow you to work?"

She huffed a laugh. "You don't have to follow me, Oliver. You know where it is."

His smile widened. "I just want to make sure you get there safe."

"What could possibly happen to me between here and there?" she teased.

Oliver shrugged. "Maybe I just don't want to leave your side yet."

She laughed. "Now, that, I believe."

He laughed with her, and kissed her again. She prolonged the kiss this time, letting herself enjoy this moment for a little bit longer before she had to get in her car and drive back to work. She sighed happily when they parted.

"Oh, before I forget," Oliver murmured, "I'm going to need your apartment key."

She gave him a wary look. "What for?"

"Part of the surprise."

She narrowed her eyes playfully before taking her key off the key ring and handing it to him. "No funny business, mister," she teased.

Oliver chuckled. "I don't know what you mean by funny business, but I promise you'll like what I have planned."

Okay," she surrendered. "I trust you." She pecked him on the lips and got into her car. She turned on the ignition, and then checked her rearview mirror. Once she saw Oliver behind her on his motorcycle, she started her drive back to QC, where a computer with a tantrum and humans with thick skulls were waiting for her.