"You know what day it is right?"
Diggle asked for like the 43rd time.
"Yes, Dig. I know it's Felicity's birthday."
"Then what the hell are you doing here so early?"
"What are you doing here so early?"
Diggle rolled his eyes, "To tell you to leave this hole and go visit
her or something."
Oliver sighed, "What do you want me to do?"
The taller man snorted, "Jesus, Oliver. didn't your ex girlfriends
had birthday before?"
"Technically she's not my girlfriend."
"And who's fault is that?"
Oliver ignored this and continued cleaning his equipment.
"Look, just go and visit her. Bring her something. It's not rocket
science to be honest."
"Yeah. And see that Palmer guy again."
Diggle eyed him suspiciously, "You're acting really pissed at that guy
since the night I told you to go and tell her what you really feel.
Did something happened?
Oliver looked at him, "I'm definitely not acting pissed on that guy.
I am pissed at him. The end."
"Ah. Because of the date?"
Oliver wanted to tell Diggle that he saw Felicity and Palmer kissing. On the night that he was supposed to tell her that he needs her.
He deeply cares for her. That he was undeniably in love with her.
But that night didn't turn out the way he liked. And he hates Palmer for it.
He also hates himself for it.
He gave him a non commital shrug.
"Something happened that night. I know. You also started acting differently
with Felicity that night. You angry at her?"
Oliver wanted to be angry at her. She tells him she likes him and the next
minute she's kissing her boss. Her new boss. But he didn't got angry.
He can't. He knew he was late.
"It's been weeks now, Digg. If you didn't notice, me and Felicity.. are good."
Diggle decided not to push it further so he continued, "Okay. Then go."
Oliver groaned and picked up his jacket, "Fine."
"That's my boy."
"This is totally a bad idea."
"You're overreacting."
Oliver and Diggle are on their way on the top floor.
"Just give the damn flowers and greet her."
The elevator opened and Diggle pushed Oliver out. Oliver glared at him.
"Goodluck, Mr. Queen."
Oliver waited for the elevator to close before making his way to
Felicity's desk.
Okay. Flowers. Greet her. Flowers. Greet her.
He was having an internal struggle when he saw her. She's sitting on her chair.
Busy typing something on her computer. He wonder how can typing something
on the computer can be so damn attractive.
Felicity saw her coming and raised her brow, "Oliver?"
Oliver smiled at her. The "Felicity smile". He gently pulled the boquet
of flowers at his back and showed her, "Happy Birthday."
She smiled at took the flowers from him, "Thank you."
"So.. do you have any plans later?"
"Acutally yes."
His face fell.
"I'm going out with my mom."
He immediately felt better. Better out with her mom that with that Palmer
guy, right?
"Okay. I'll see you tomorrow then?"
Oliver started to walk away from her when she spoke again,
"Oliver?"
He faced her, confused.
"Yeah?"
"Maybe you could join us."
He looked at her confused, "But it's you and your mom. I don't want
to intrude your birthday dinner."
But Felicity was quick to assure him, "Don't worry. You're not
intruding anything. It's just.. I'm sure mom would love to get to know you."
"Would she?"
"Definitely."
"Okay then. I'll see you later?"
Felicity smiled, "Okay."
Oliver left and entered the elevator feeling like the luckiest man.