The counter Shane sat on while reading the letters she wrote Oliver, suddenly got uncomfortable. She clapped to get Oliver's attention. When he looked up she held her arm out to him and he smiled and came over to her stepping into her arms he kissed her while picking her up to help her to the floor.

Shane picked up the letters and walked to the couch, she gestured for him to sit, and when he did she situated herself in his arms with her back to his left side. She picked up the next letter and began to read the words of love and longing. She read how she had wanted to desperately be in his arms far away from the explosions.

Suddenly Oliver got tense and a growl grew inside him. Shane flinched and asked, "What's wrong?"

" That Knave took you into a danger zone. You could have been killed." Oliver said with his face contorted in an angry grimace.

Shane turned and snuggled into his chest.

" I'm okay, Oliver. I'm with you now, safe and sound in the DLO." She said tenderly.

" If I ever see that cad again, I'm liable to forget I'm a gentleman. " Oliver said.

Shane buried her face into his chest and squeezed him as tight as she could. He reciprocated while kissing the top of her head.

They stayed clutching each other tightly for a few moments until she had strength to pull back, kiss him, and resume reading to him.

Shane read through a few more letters, until her throat was too dry and her belly began to rumble.

Oliver being content to hold her, smell her hair and listen to the sound of her voice, took a few moments to realize Shane was saying his name.

"Oh, yes uh what's wrong," he asked.

She replied, "I'm parched and about to starve."

"I'm so sorry, would you like to go to the Mailbox grill ," he asked feeling ashamed he hadn't noticed her discomfort.

" I thought you would never ask. Just let me go freshen up a bit and we can be on our way." Shane replied with a smile.

A few moments later she returned to the DLO. Oliver grinned and pulled her into his arms and kissed her.

"Oliver, I just fixed my face," she gently teased.

"I didn't see anything wrong with it, that it needed fixing, " he said stepping back to take a look. "You look as beautiful as ever to me, maybe more so as I have been allowed to smudge your lips a little."

He was rewarded with a blush and dazzling smile. He helped her with her coat and arm in arm they left the DLO.

Instead of going toward the Mailbox Grill, Oliver guided Shane the other way. "Where are we going, Mr. O'Toole? The Mailbox grill is the other way." Asked Shane.

"I have made an executive decision and decided I am unwilling to share you with Ramone this soon after getting you back, so we are in search of the "Fancy" taco truck." Oliver said in his best "Boss" voice.

Shane Smiled, took her arm from his. Oliver looked at her questioningly as she took his arm stepped under it and put her arm around his waist. she was warm and contented to follow him even if was to a not so fancy taco truck. She was in his arms and that was everything to her.