Present day.
Felicity was tapping away at her keyboard. A Master's from MIT. References from the best technology leaders in the states. And here she was, a glorified secretary, tasked almost every morning to get billionaire heartthrob Mr. Oliver Queen his coffee. She was so deep into the agenda she was creating for him that she didn't notice the knock on her door.
The blonde pushed her glasses up her nose and her eyes grazed across the makeshift calendar she had created until…
"Felicity?" Apparently he had been saying her name a few times already.
"WHA–!" Felicity jumped and stared up at her boss. Handsome as ever. Almost ridiculous, the way his perfect hair topped his perfectly handsome face and the look on it made her want to melt, not to mention his–
Not now, Smoak.
She pursed her lips and didn't say anything. There was very little to say right now. Should she be flattered that he made himself look like a fool in front of everyone he knew, including his family, their mutual friends, dozens of celebrity magazines, twice the amount of tabloids, not to mention those Twitter livebloggers and internet fangirls who she wanted to tell to go back to school because they had so much more ahead of them than to troll a famous guy on the internet. Ha.
Sighing, she ran a hand through her hair, but Oliver Queen's face didn't leave her own. He was giving her that look that got herself into this mess in the first place. With an internal groan, she noticed the cup in his hand, both a happy sign and sign that meant she would be forced to talk to him, which was completely unfair.
Ever since she had taken this job, they had taken to each other right away, even though Felicity wasn't all too fond of the last-minute errands, walking into his office when she was around; the way she treated her as if she was invisible, only to make Oliver look extremely uncomfortable as if he was going to faint. Those times they argued over details of a party or a meeting and how he didn't know how to use a mouse-pointer without blinding the Queen Consolidated Board of Directors. None of that was in the job description.
Then there were also the good times. The late night Big Belly Burger runs, the laughing at how ridiculous the Queen Consolidated Board of Directors looked with their fancy suits and dull sense of humor. There were the times they had bumped into each other randomly in the hallway and exchanged glances. Then maybe that weekend they crossed paths again, Oliver grabbing a six-pack of beer, while unfortunately Felicity happened to be on a girl thing run, which made her want to run in the other direction. Because normal people were caught buying tampons in front of their boss. Nicely done, Smoak.
"We should talk."
"Why?" Felicity asked him. She was still standing and she placed both her palms on her desk. The nice thing about this IT job-slash-secretary was that Oliver had been nice enough to get her enough space for what equipment she needed.
"Well, there is–"
"Ollie, are you busy?" Both heads turned towards the door to find Oliver's sister, Thea at the door. "Oh, sorry… am I interrupting?"
Felicity shook her head. "He's all yours," she said, going back to her computer. They'd finish this conversation later.