An: I do not own arrow or any of these character. Please be nice this is my first story that I am going try actually persevering at because I'm way too indecisive and I am truly my own worst judge of stories. I've adapted the prompt a bit, you get the writing when you are within a 50 meter radius of the person.

Dammit, Oliver cursed to himself. He was running late for a board meeting as per usual, what made today important was that they were supposed to be hiring people for the it department and Oliver, being the CEO, was the last voice on who they were hiring.

He had sat at his desk for hours tearing through the mountain of cv's that cluttered his desk, he could only employ 5 people and Queen Consolidated was the best place to work for an aspiring IT nerd. An audible sigh escaped his lips as he saw his girlfriend, Isabel Rochev, walking towards his office with a grin on her face. She wanted something. He could always tell with her, ever since they met in high school they have been inseparable and know every detail about one and other. His mind relaxed a little when she walked in the door.

"Oli, cmon lets go home, you have been here all day" She pointed out to the city "Look, the sun is going down and I need some tlc... What is that" She grabbed his hand and pulled it up to her face for closer inspection. "Oliver, seriously you have to stop writing on your hands. You have paper for a reason"

Oliver looked down to his hand, in scribbled red ink was the words 'QC 2pm, coffee' His brain scrambled over the events of the day, he didn't remember writing that. As he stood up from his chair and pulled Isabel into a hug he shrugged off the confusion. Before he left he grabbed a handful of the cv's so he could get at least a bit of a head start for tomorrow when he had to decide, he only had 2 people who seemed to scrape by into his top 5.

When he got back to their apartment Isabel had a meal set out already which lured him straight to the table, he hadn't noticed how hungry he had actually gotten. After they ate she dragged him straight up to their bedroom.

"I can't, not tonight" Oliver groaned, as much as he hated the thought of work over sex, he had to get on with the cv's he brought home.

"Fine. But it's your loss" She sauntered to the bathroom, presumably to get ready for bed. Oliver headed down to the desk in their living room, dropping the cv's on the polished mahogany. He picked up the top one and let out a lengthy breath.

Felicity Smoak, MIT, masters degree in cyber security and computer sciences at 20. Oliver scanned the file. She was very well educated and seemed to be the perfect example of what the board were looking for. She was definitely in the top 5.

By the time Oliver finished looking through all of the cv's, it was only 2pm which left him plenty of time to get caffeinated and dressed for his dinner date with his girlfriend. He was planning on proposing to her. They had been together for a lifetime and Oliver decided it was time, Isabel was talking about having children last month and Oliver didn't hate the sound of finally settling down.

He took the ring out of his pocket to check it was still there, after all he was about to jump out of his skin with a mixture of anticipation and nervousness. When he opened the box something else caught his eye, a little red smiley face and a love heart where his thumb met his wrist. Oliver's eyes widened and he frantically began rubbing the ink away, he definitely did not draw a heart on his hand. His confusion grew when words started appearing on his hands, a growing list, coffee, chicken, fruit loops, mint chocchip icecream, salad stuff. It was a shopping list, Oliver shoved the ring into his pocket and sped towards a bathroom. He washed his hands over and over and over again in an attempt to understand what had just happened, eventually chalking it down to lack of sleep because of all the work he has been piling on the past few days.

When he arrived at Table Salt Isabel had not arrived so he seated himself. He booked his favourite table in a quieter, more intimate area of the restaurant. Checking the ring again, he shifted his weight around on his chair. Isabel finally arrived, she looked like a goddess head to toe. Her dark green dress pooled around her ankles as she walked towards him, kissing him sweetly as he pulled her chair out for her.

"You look stunning" Oliver stammered

"Well you don't look half bad yourself" Isabel grinned cheekily at him to ease his obvious tense attitude.

The chatted about the company and other topics, such the voyage to China his dad had organised and living situations. They were planning to move into a bigger place.

As the meal drew to a close Oliver got down on one knee.

"Isabel Rochev, love of my life. Will you do me the amazing honor of being my wife" He managed to say even with his throat that had dried up in an instant.

"Oh Oliver" She gasped "Yes, yes, yes, yes I will"

He slid the ring onto her finger, silently thanking that he picked the correct size. As he rose up, she was already on her feet capturing his lips in a passionate kiss which was to keep them going until they could finally get home and consummate their engagement.

The weeks flew by between their engagement and Oliver stepping onto the Queen's gambit with his father. Kissing his fiancé goodbye they decided they would get married as soon as he came back.

Oliver never came back.