Her pretzel was in her lap. Correction, her mustard covered pretzel was mustard side down in her lap. Today was not her day. When Felicity's father had told her that he had a surprise for her, nothing could have prepared her for this.

Sweating like a pig, her blonde hair plastered to the back of her neck, the blistering Starling City summer sun pelting at her with its harmful UV rays, watching men swing a piece of wood attempting to hit a ball and running around trying to make it back to home plate in ninety-plus degree weather.

Then there was the fact that she was seated next to a hefty man, who had clearly been pre-gaming it in the parking lot and had been trying to start the wave. Nothing can be worse than sitting to the person, attempting to start a wave, and not getting the hint it'll never happen. Actually the only thing worse could be when said man makes another attempt at the wave, and as he springs out of his chair, throwing his hands up in the air, he takes out her pretzel causing the predicament that she found herself in now.

Felicity knew full well that the moment she tried to wipe it away with a napkin it would just smear and be an even bigger stain.

"Dad," she stood up, "I'm going to the restroom." An unfamiliar wallet in his hand caught her attention, so this wasn't just a father daughter bonding day. No, he was here doing some simple business. That just added the cherry to the top of everything, seeing as they could get a bigger hit doing nearly anything else. Pickpocketing was amateur hour.

"Alright Peanut, having fun?"

"I cannot put into words the amount of fun I'm having sitting in the blistering sun watching overpaid athletes playing catch." She stopped in front of him, "Don't cause trouble, you promised me a full year. I don't want to have to move again."

"Fine, fine, fine. Have fun." She rolled her eyes as she scooted past, a smile tugging lightly at her brightly painted lips.

"I always have a blast in public restrooms."

She looked like she had wet herself, there was still the yellow smear of mustard on her jeans, but now there was also a nice large wet spot where she had attempted to scrub out the mustard; which was why she was now attempting to dry her pants with the hand drier. The only downside to this whole plan was the fact that drier was near to door way, which lacked a door, meaning any of the passersby could see Felicity, gripping the drier, bringing her hips up to it. This was not how she wanted to spend her Saturday, and the only thing that was stopping her from banging her head against the wall was that no one had stopped to watch her strange action.

The moment that silly thought flitted into her brain, a guy who was walking pass did a double take. She shifted her eyes just for a moment, he stood where he had stopped, a hand rubbing the back of his neck; he didn't look like he was going anywhere.

"Take a picture it'll last longer." Though her voice sounded bored, her face began to flush, however this didn't stop her from turning to him, narrowing her blue eyes in, what she hoped, was a threatening manner.

"Just trying to figure out what you are doing." He sounded amused taking a few steps closer.

The dryer stopped, she pushed the button to bring it back to life and continue the fun drying process. Felicity really did not want an audience for this. Not by this guy. Not today.

"Having tea with the Queen, I know I should be out there cheering with the crowd, but who can pass up an opportunity like this?" Her words where meant to deter him, hostile sarcasm was a hint to many as 'leave me alone,' but this guy just let a smirk tug at his lips and took a step closer. Alarm bells had begun to go off in her head, the ones screaming 'danger, danger, danger'. Though, they were screaming danger for all the wrong reasons.

He was one of those people that could smile and everyone around him would be tripping over themselves. Felicity was never one of those people though, her father had taught her the art of not to be conned by a pretty face, she couldn't see why he would have stopped in the first place.

This guy was the walking definition of sex. With the hair and the scruff and the piercing blue eyes and easy smile and body, which was hidden by clothing, but if the way his shirt pulled across his chest and the size of his arms was any indication, then it was all good. And she was babbling in her own head about a random guy's appearance as she was in the bathroom He was bored and found her as a form of entertainment; she could picture the headline going through his head, 'Girl with crotch on drier.' The only bright side that she could find was that he was obviously a few years older than herself, meaning that there wasn't even the remotest possibility that he'd end up at the same school as her. That helped ease her embarrassment.

"You're a snarky one." He had moved closer, so that he was leaning against the door-frame, barely less than half and arm's length away. All of his attention was directed at her and she felt heat curl in her stomach. Dear her, he was an attractive man with a body that she could climb, not that she could say that to him. Well she could, but she wouldn't. She was fighting her embarrassment enough and this guy didn't need another girl to be swooning over him.
He probably had enough swooners.
She refused to be a swooner.

"I'm going to take that as a compliment; thank you kind sir. I think it might be one of the sweetest things anyone has ever said to me, I'm going to put that into a special place in my heart. Truly, you are a poet and should consider writing sonnets and such." her pants were still slightly damp, they needed one more go around with the dryer, she pushed the button and began the drying process again. Their eyes were still locked on each other.

"Now, don't get all crazy stalker on me. I know I just made your day."

Her left eyebrow shot up "Oh, hun," she rolled her eyes in a theatrical way, "it's going to be on, cause I'm a crazy stalker type of girl; I'm going to find you on Twitter and Facebook, Really, it's in my skill set to find you anywhere on the internet. Spread it around to all of your friend that you confessed your undying love for me, in the girls' bathroom none the less, and that we're planning our wedding." The drier had stop and Felicity rotated her body to face him, leaning against the opposite side of the door frame, "I want a short engagement, only a couple of months at tops. What do you think; a late fall wedding, with a western theme? I'll get you spurs, and a little cowboy hat."

"Shouldn't I ask your father for his blessing?." There was a teasing note to his tone, and it filled her with an unexpected lightness.

"Really going to go with an archaic tradition? Maybe see how many goats I'm worth?"

"Hey, my parents raised me to be a gentleman. But how much do you think I could get father?"

"We're good for at least two goats. Possibly a chicken and old computer counsel, if you're lucky. Now that my pants are dry, I have to go spread our happy news, but before I go, can I have a lock of your hair so I can rub it and think of you?"

The flow of conversation was quick, keeping Felicity on her toes, all the while her smile becoming more and more genuine. And she knew this was pointless. That the moment she walked away that this was going to be gone. This was just another page in her book and just a blimp on his radar. Granted, she could always use means to find him, but that was taking it to the super creepy stage, and of course just asking him for his number or giving him hers wasn't something that would make sense. Because he wasn't the guy who would text the girl he met passing by the girls' restroom, and she would be too embarrassed once they parted ways.

"Sorry, I have strict rules, only way you're getting a lock of hair is after a third date." He'd move so that he was looming over Felicity, with a hand supporting his weight on the wall beside Felicity. He had a full head on her in height which caused her to have to crane her neck up to look him in the eye. This guy was use to getting what he wanted, he was good looking, charming, and he knew it; too bad she wasn't the type to give into anyone, at least that's what she was telling herself. Stand strong girl.

"Well damn," Felicity formed her words slowly, enjoying how his gaze flicked between her lips and her eyes. It was clear what he wanted, "that's not going to happen, and it just occurred to me that my plan has a lot of work involved in it, so I'm just going to be the remarkable person that I normally am. Sorry, I could tell you were looking forward to the wedding. Just know, it's not me, it's you."

"My heart just broke." That teasing note was still in his voice, even as he spoke in a softer tone, leaning in closer, so that only a few inches separated them. Dear god he was hot.

"Sucks, doesn't it?"

He smiled at her words. It was bright and full and sent chills down her back while heat coursed through her veins. He was oh so very dangerous.

"It'd suck less if I knew your name."

"That's never going to happen." Felicity shook her head, fighting back a smile, "I don't give my name to strange men. But, hey, who knows, maybe if we meet again, I'll give you a break."

"Well, how about a kiss to remember you by till then?" His lips where a breath away, Felicity's gaze lowered to them before lifting to meet his incredibly blue eyes. He had said till then. Did he actually expect for them to meet again? She all but shook the thought from her mind.

"Nope," letting her 'p' pop, her lips lightly grazed his before she ducked past his arm, making sure to brush up against him as she passed; with an extra swag in her step she made her way back to her father and the game, a new wallet tucked safely away in the back pocket of her jeans.

Notes:

So, I had this thought of Felicity being raised by her father, and maybe some of that life style rubbing off on her...and really, I loved the thought of her being able to pickpocket Oliver's wallet while flirting with him.
And I went with it.