"Felicity?! Can you come here for a second?"
The kitchen was a disaster. Oliver's rough hands were covered in flour, whilst the counter seemed as though it had been through a battle. Baking products cluttered the linoleum, as did many newly formed stains.
"What? What's the mat-"
Felicity stopped dead in her tracks. Her blue eyes became wide behind her square-rimmed glasses. She had seen the mess. No sound came from her mouth. She only fidgeted, crossing and un-crossing her arms and making faces. Finally, she spoke.
"Why does it look like a tornado came through our kitchen?"
Oliver chuckled. "Just come here." He wiped his hands on a nearby towel, motioning to her with his head.
Felicity slowly walked towards him, skeptical. "If you pull anything, Queen.."
She reached the counter, her manicured nails resting neatly on the only clean spot visible.
"I want to show you something." Oliver turned around and grabbed a box of flour, hiding it behind his back. "Close your eyes."
She threw a look his way, giggling to herself as she removed her glasses.
Then, without warning, he sprinkled flour over her head. Her eyes shot open.
"OLIVER JONAS QUEEN."
They both erupted with laughter, flinging baking products at each other. They started running around the kitchen island, Felicity wielding a spatula. Eventually, Oliver caught Felicity, wrapping his strong arms around her tiny waste, giggles still erupting from her pink painted lips.
He spun her around, eventually landing her on the soft carpet of the living room.
They didn't take their eyes off each other the rest of the night.