She moves in her own way
"What was Kate like?" Chloe Queen asked her husband, as they joined the queue for the buffet table, moving carefully through the crowded room.
"Kate was one of a kind. You know what I was like, dating around throughout my teen years, usually the same type every week. But the first time we had a night out, I realised that she was definitely unique." Oliver Queen smiled broadly, as he remembered the first night he had gone out with Kate. He filled his plate from the well stocked buffet table, before turning his gaze back to his wife. "She was just as independent as Lois, very intelligent, and a lot of fun. More fun than most of the girls I had known."
"Why what did you get up to?" She asked in a low voice, not wanting to further upset the mourners who thronged the room. She was very curious about Kate Swan, as despite the eulogy given in the chapel, she had yet to get a full picture of the woman. She took a sip of the apple juice she held, before following her husband back to their chairs in the far corner of the room. She was surprised to see the smile that lit up his face, as he remembered. For the briefest moment, she saw the teenager he had been, in the face of her husband.
The quiet of the night was broken, by the creaking of the door. It spilled a drunken giggling pair onto the cobblestones, along with a blast of soul music. James Brown's distinctive voice filled the square, Living in America bouncing off the sand coloured bricks of the surrounding buildings. Oliver Queen held onto Kate Swan, keeping her upright when her high heel got caught in a crack between the worn grey stones. He breathed in the scent of her, her citrus shampoo mingling with cigarette smoke, sweat and the beer on her breath. "Bells is gonna kill me!" she giggled.
"What...why?" he smiled, watching her face light up.
She laughed, resting one hand on his forearm as she removed the constricting high heels she had borrowed, leaving them on the cobblestones. "They're her favourite pair," Her eyes lit up as she spotted the fountain right in the middle of the square. "You wanna go swimmin'?" she flashed a cheeky smile at him, as she moved closer to the fountain, enjoying the droplets that landed on her overheated skin from the plume of water that arced up against the inky sky.
"You're crazy!" he laughed "It's freezing!" the clouds of his breath coming out as he spoke, proved his point. She ignored that, twirling beneath the stream of liquid, letting it soak her thin cotton dress, the pale yellow fabric sticking to her curves within moments.
Oliver sighed, watching her face come to life. Her deep blue eyes sparkled with excitement and laughter even as she was soaked through. She spun around on her bare feet, water flying off her with every revolution and splashing his face. His phone rang while he contemplated kissing her, the shrill tinny version of My Guy blasting from his inside pocket. He groaned as he recognised the song his current girlfriend had selected, he wasn't ready to deal with the accusations and hysterics, taking off his jacket and dumping it next to her shoes. She giggled as he grabbed her hand, and both ran to climb into the giant basin of the stone fountain, revelling in the feeling of the cool water soaking their skin.