Chapter 2 (The Date)

Her date was going great. He just moved here little bit ago, after retiring from the military after an injury. He was smart, had a nice sense of humor, and he was an out right gentlemen. He was Australian, and very attractive. He had strong muscles, black hair, and dark brown eyes.

They were getting the check when she saw them out of the corner of her eye. Sitting in a corner table were Oliver and Diggle. She was fuming inside. I mean she would understand that from Oliver, maybe, but Diggle. Oliver must of dragged him out with him.

"You okay. You seem a little distracted." John, her date, said in that oh so hot Australian accent, after she stopped talking for quiet some time.

"Oh yeah. Sorry. Would you excuse me? I'm going to use the ladies room.", politely excusing herself from the table. To get to the bathroom she had to pass the table where Dig and Oliver were. On her way past their table she pulled Oliver by the ear, causing him to get up from his seat and follow her in an awkward bent position.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"Oh. Hey Felicity. What a surprise seeing you here." He said through gritted teeth.

"Oh my goodness! I can't believe you! How could you do this?"

He tried to calm her down. "Felicity. I'm sorry. It's jus-"

"No! I don't want to hear it. Get out. and take Diggle with you. I can't believe you would drag him out on this."

"What makes you think I dragged him?"

"Because it's Diggle. Now get out of the girls bathroom."

"Fine." Then he sulked out of the bathroom to head back to the table.

She had a million thought running through her head right now. She did not need this. Her date was going great until now. Speaking of which, she should probably get back to it.

"I was beginning to think you had climbed out of the window or something." John said when she got back to the table, standing up.

She giggled. "I don't think out date's going that bad. Not that I think it's going bad at all." She quickly added. "Right?" She asked nervously.

"I don't think it's going to bad either." He said grabbing her jacket and sliding it on for her.

"Good. Cause I don't either." She replies, flashing him a shy smile.

"I'm glad we could do this." John said during their walk in the park after dinner.

"Yeah. Me too. I don't really get to do this stuff often. Things can get busy with work. But I love my job. Couldn't imagine doing anything else. Not that I'm a workaholic, cause I'm not."

John smiled at her a little at her little ramble. "Didn't think you were. I think it's great."

"You think it's great that I'm busy? Or that I'm not a workaholic?" she asked a tad bit confused.

He smiles at her, "That you love your work. I can tell just by the way you talk about it how passionate you are about what you do." looking at her admiringly.

Their eyes lock and she smiles. He glances at her lips, then looks back into her eyes, and then leans in to kiss her.

It was short, and sweet. It wasn't demanding. It was just a charming, perfect first kiss. When he pulled away she slowly opened her eyes. She felt like she was dreaming.

They walked back to the restaurant holding hands, laughing, talking about almost everything. Then they reluctantly had to part ways, going in opposite directions to head home after. She completely forgot about how Oliver totally ruined it almost an hour ago.