So this is my very first Arrow fic. It is also my very first fic written in English. So a big thank you goes to Rushman2.0, who took time to check this for typos and grammar mistakes.
And also thank you, Luisa, for reading over it, while it was a mess (and now go binge-watch Arrow!)

So. This is kind of an AU thing-y where Oliver wasn't on the Gambit with his father. And Robert's death made Oliver take care of QC. Other than that the characters shouldn't be too much OOC. And please tell me if they are. I really would like to know.
Plus. I wrote this because there is this song and every time I listen to it this scene pops up in my head. It's called "A-N-N-A (Immer wenn es regnet)" by Max Herre. I know that probably no one will be able to understand a word he's singing, but it's still great to listen to. Make sure to check out the MTV Unplugged version, if you do want to give it a listen. This story is kind of inspired by the song's first verse.

(And of course I don't own anything. If I did Olicity would be already married and Felicity would be pregnant with their second child.)

Oliver was running under the first roof he could find. It started pouring out of nowhere and his suit was ruined within a few seconds. He couldn't go to his meeting looking like that and there was no way that he would find a free cab at this time of the day with this kind of a rain. And even if he did, he wouldn't have the time to go back to change and get to the meeting on time. So he texted his assistant to move the meeting to the afternoon and to send John Diggle, his driver and second best friend, to pick him up.

He was running his fingers through his hair when he looked up from his phone and saw her.

She was standing a few feet away. There were wet strands of blonde hair out of the once high and neat ponytail. Her clothes were soaking wet, her rose blouse even seemed glued to her body and he couldn't imagine that she could possibly be able to see anything through the glasses she was wearing. That didn't seem to stop her from checking her tablet, which she held close to her body to keep it from getting wet as well. Oliver smiled when he saw the red pen she was chewing on between her pink lips.

She must have noticed him staring and looked up to see who it was. Her eyes found his and she smiled a little before returning to check her tablet.

He didn't know if he should approach her or not. He wanted to. But he didn't want to seem like a creep. Not anymore. And thankfully he didn't need to. She noticed that he kept staring at her and looked up again.

"Hi," she mumbled with a smile on her face and returned to checking her tablet.

"You know that you are going to destroy that thing if you don't pack it away," Oliver answered and got a few steps closer to her to keep his voice low. He didn't want to get any unnecessary attention from anyone who could possibly have a camera handy.

She smiled again before looking up a third time and pushing her glasses up her nose. "Thank you for your concern, but I don't need to be told that, Mr. Queen."

Oliver raised an eyebrow, wondering if he met her before, while she seemed to notice her choice of words and a shocked expression replaced the amusement on her face.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to sound like … You know. Like I'm in a position to tell you to do anything. Obviously, I'm not and probably won't ever be. Not that I want to. I was just pointing out the fact that it is nearly impossible to be in a higher position than you. Professionally, I mean. It's not like you are the King of England or something. Not that you couldn't be. I mean you can't. You are not a member of the royal family and -" She took a deep breath. "I'm babbling. And rambling. I'm sorry. I'm going to stop now." She was blushing and held her tablet even closer, if that was possible.

Oliver was smirking. There was no way that they had met before. He would have remembered someone like her. "Do I know you, Miss …?"

She was blushing harder - if possible, before starting to apologize again. "Oh, I'm so sorry. Of course you don't know who I am. Why should you? I'm Felicity. Felicity Smoak. I work in the IT department of your company, Queen Consolidated."

He seriously needed to get out of his office more often. "I guess that is why you don't need to be told that water destroys technology." He nodded towards her tablet.

Her lips formed a small smile. "You could say that." She packed her tablet into her bag, where it was probably the safest. The blonde smiled awkwardly when she noticed that Oliver kept staring at her. "So if you have any problem with your computers or anything, I'm your girl." It took her a second to notice what she said. "I mean not your, girl girl, but your girl. I know that it sounds the same, but it meant something different in my head. I didn't mean to make a pass at you. I didn't. Oh, gosh. I am babbling again. I am so sorry. I'm sure you have better things to do than listen to me babble. I will stop in three, two, one." Her face was nearly red when she stopped talking and Oliver could see that she was silently cursing herself.

He let out a genuine laugh, which happened rarely. "Don't worry, Ms. Smoak," Oliver assured her. "I don't mind listening to you babble."

Not knowing how to answer to that Felicity blushed harder and tried to look past Oliver for a free cab. She was late for work, didn't have any coffee yet, because her car decided to break down the previous day and she totally forgot about it in the morning and started walking in hope to find a cab, before it started pouring, her clothes were soaking wet and she made a complete fool of herself in front of her gorgeous boss, who was probably going to fire her as soon as he made it to the office.

"I promise, I'm not going to fire you, Ms. Smoak," Oliver commented her thoughts and for a second, Felicity thought she was placed in a horribly written book and Oliver was able to read her mind.

She closed her eyes when she realized that she really needed a mouth filter. "I said that out loud, didn't I?"

"Possibly."

Felicity's skin color matched a tomato by that point. "I really am sorry, Mr. Queen. It's been a weird day and it isn't even 8 A.M. yet. As soon as I have coffee, I will come as close to a normal human being as I can. I promise."

Oliver smiled as he nodded to John, who just arrived. "I can help with that." He led her to the car and opened the back door for her. "Let me buy you a coffee."

Felicity was speechless. "Mr. Queen, I-"

"Oliver, please," he interrupted.

"I don't think that would be appropriate."

"I insist."

Felicity hesitated. "I'm late for work."

Oliver looked like she just insulted him. "I believe your boss gave you the morning off, Ms. Smoak."

"It's Felicity," she sighed, giving up. And actually being seriously nervous.

Oliver's smile widened a little, when Felicity got in the car, and now, Oliver was actually thankful for the rain. Maybe stepping into his father's footprints wasn't such a bad thing.

John Diggle had a knowing smile on his face, when he pulled the car back into the traffic and Felicity started babbling again. She was a keeper.