Prompt was given to me by an anon on Tumblr: what kind of prompts? like olicity together? cause i have a billion scenes of that i'd ilke! how about olicity on a date and they run into one of felicity's ex-es instead of one of oliver's for once? :)"

They've been putting off this night for a whole week now. The first day it had been the emergency call they got from their office in Russia that had Oliver on the phone till the wee hours of the night. The second time, Felicity had to stay late in the office because the servers kept crashing and she didn't trust anyone to handle them but her. The third night they'd barely settled into their seats at the new Moroccan restaurant when Felicity got an alert on her tablet that the Triad was causing trouble in the Glades again. On Thursday, they were both exhausted from their QC and Arrow jobs. Friday was the obligatory Queen family dinner night and neither of them was stupid enough to risk the wrath of Thea and Moira Queen.

That's why on Saturday, once Oliver and Felicity had finished their "day job", Oliver had told Digg to take the night off and not call them unless the apocalypse was upon them. John was only too happy to oblige since the tension between the couple this past week hasn't been this bad in years now.

"Mr. Queen," the maitre d' smiled saucily at him, causing Felicity to subconsciously tighten her grip on his arm.

"We have a reservation for two." Oliver said flatly, squeezing Felicity's arm in reassurance.

Once put in her place, the woman led them to their table, telling them that their server would be with them shortly.

"This almost feels so good to be true," Felicity sighed happily once they were seated.

Oliver nodded "Considering the week we've had, I agree."

Their server arrived and handed them their menus.

"Could we have a bottle of the 1982 Chateau Lafite?" Oliver asked without so much as looking at their menus.

Felicity gasped. "Oliver, a bottle?" she was well aware of the prices of this particular wine.

Oliver winked at her. "I did promise you a bottle." he said.

Any response Felicity could have had died in her throat at his words. She couldn't believe he remembered this after all these years. Instead, she gave him a smile that could have lit up a dark room all by itself.

Everything was going perfectly well until they were on their desserts and halfway through the bottle of wine.

"Guess now I know why we didn't work out..." came a malicious voice behind Oliver.

Felicity looked up at the strangely familiar voice and all the color drained from her face, causing Oliver to turn sharply in his seat towards the owner of the voice.

"Do I know you?" Oliver asked, fake playboy mask in place.

"Doubt it." the man snapped. "But I know Felicity."

Oliver's gaze shifted to his girlfriend.

"Andrew." she gritted. "We used to go out." she added as an explanation for Oliver.

"I took you for a lot of things, babe, but not a gold-digger." Andrew said with a small chuckle.

Oliver was out of his seat and in Andrew's face before Felicity could blink.

"Oliver." She called out in warning. She knew that stance all too well. He was about to go Green Arrow on her ex-boyfriend.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't snap your neck right this second?" Oliver hissed, the fake smile never leaving his face.

At this point Felicity knew she'd better cut in or he'd have to pay the restaurant's dry-cleaning bill for spilling blood on their carpets.

"I'm not the one who cheated, Andrew, I hope you're happy with your teenager." she said sweetly, stepping forward to stand next to Oliver. "Now if you'll excuse us, we have calories to burn." she winked at him to emphasize her point and pulled on Oliver's arm.

Oliver's expression could only be described as the cat who ate the cream. He hastily threw enough money to cover the bill and more and led Felicity out of the restaurant with a smirk, with Andrew gaping at their backs.

"Guess it was too much to ask for a quiet, boring evening." Felicity sighed as they drove home.

"No evening is boring with you." Oliver winked at her and stepped on the accelerator. Those calories weren't going to burn themselves, after all.