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The next day Felicity placed the just delivered flowers in vases. The more delicate ones were placed in the fridges. She walked among the vases that were standing on the floor, pouring fresh water into some of them. The sun was barely up, not yet high enough to shine through the windows, but just enough to fill the room with a pleasant, fair light, making it look like a meadow. She opened the door and carried bigger plants outside as well as the price stands, along with a 'friendly warning' that moving any of the plants off the pad would result in turning on the theft alarm. When she came back inside, she straightened a few bows here and there before moving on to refilling the candy basket. The only sound in the shop was the soft humming of a song that was stuck in her head. She loved these early mornings in her own flower shop. It was a dream come true, one she had for years, and nothing made it better than a hot mug of coffee and the delicate scent of lavender. The official hours were nine in the morning to seven at night, but she usually opened a little earlier. What else was she supposed to do after receiving the flowers every morning? For now, she was the only employee, besides the boy who delivered flowers. The business was going really well, and she was thinking of hiring at least one more florist. Felicity sat on the stool enjoying the moment, looking at the perfect flowers and the glass prisms among the curtains.

"Good morning!" Felicity knew that deep, manly voice. Oliver leaned against the doorframe, gazing at Felicity with a soft smile.

"Good morning!" The little fairy smiled back and stood up from the stool.

"May I?" asked Oliver and clumsily waved his hands.

"Yes, please come in. Is something wrong with the prisms?" She furrowed her brows in concern.

"No, not at all," Oliver assured her. He started walking towards the counter, each step in time with the beat of her heart. She stayed silent wanting him to continue. "And, um, sorry for being too early this time."

"I don't know which is worse," she laughed and looked into his eyes involuntarily. They were so blue, but not like a sky on a sunny day. More like the sky right before a storm, a dark and smoky shade. Where was the tie he had on the first day? It perfectly matched with his eyes.

"Maybe you should just kick me out," he suggested with a sad expression. Felicity's heart broke. This man was so unbelievably… cute! There was no other word! He looked manly and hot, but when he looked at her like that, her heart absolutely melted. One day, he'd finally buy a bouquet for his girlfriend. Maybe that girlfriend would become his future wife. The thought made Felicity sad, but at least for now, she got to enjoy the view.

"And never see you again? Not a chance," she responded quickly. "That would be a shame." Her blush rose unwillingly on her cheeks, and Oliver almost started jumping in joy. Subtle flirting - that was all he needed. Not enough to say she doesn't have a boyfriend, but enough to enough to give him hope that maybe she liked him, too.

"Glad to know we are on the same page."

"Good," she agreed, still blushing.

"So, I need some flowers," he said.

"Yes?"

"But I really don't know which ones, so please be so kind and help a poor man out," he pleaded, still looking her right in the eyes.

"Okay, what's the occasion?" she asked, hoping he won't say 'a proposal'.

"Birthday," he quickly blurted out. "There are so many flowers here… Roses maybe?" Felicity narrowed her eyes at him. "Not roses? Okay… Um, how about something you like? You're a girl after all," he stated, praying she wouldn't break his jaw after his comment. How could he be so stupid!? Felicity's heart hurt a little, but she started nodding her head slowly.

"Birthday bouquet for a nice girl? Roses are very classy, but I think they are a little cliché. It depends on who they are for and what color you choose."

"That's right" he said, but then realized that what he said may lead him to the completely opposite result. "My sister is the nicest girl in the whole world," he added in panic. Sister, great!

"Your sister?" Felicity hoped he didn't notice the relief in her voice.

"Yeah, I was redecorating her room as a birthday gift, and now I just need some fresh flowers. She was thrilled when she saw the flowers I had for my mother," Oliver offered.

"Okay…"

"So maybe make something you would like the most. Then, I'll be gone in a flash, leaving you to drink your coffee in peace." Oliver nervously moved his fingers behind his back. His plan just had to work!

"I don't think she'd like what I like," Felicity worried.

"Why's that?"

"Because… If I had to do a bouquet for myself, I'd probably just use lilies of the valley and lavender," she sighed, shrugging her arms. "Those are my favorite."

"And what's wrong with that? I mean, I know nothing about flowers, but it doesn't sound bad." Oliver furrowed his brows, looking at Felicity questioningly.

"Nothing, I suppose. Of course I can make it for you!" The little fairy smiled and quickly looked around. She walked to the window, where Oliver noticed the vase filled with lavender.

"She has lots of purple blouses you know. I think she likes that color," Oliver mused while pointing at lavender now in Felicity's hands.

"There are different shades of purple, but I hope you're right."

"You're not convinced about the bouquet," Oliver noticed.

"No, it's not that, it's just… look at how small these flowers are," she said while working on the bouquet. She used all lavender from the vase, filling the bouquet to the brim with it, along with lilies of the valley. Then, she curled a tiny, stiff ribbon and cut it a little longer than the flowers, just so some of the lavender branches could be placed in it.

"You like them though," he reasoned with her.

"I do. You have no idea how much," she affirmed with a smile. Felicity looked up at him, adverting her eyes off the flowers for a second.

"You even painted this place a little like that," Oliver noted while looking around. "White and purple" Felicity laughed quietly. "What?"

"Remember, there are different shades of purple. This one is more lilac, not lavender," she explained. "See?" She asked holding the now finished bouquet close to the lilac wall. "This shade has a little more blue in it." Oliver tried to see what she was showing him, but he could swear it looked the same for him. "It's easy to see when the sun's shining brighter," she acknowledged and showed Oliver her piece of art. "Do you like it?"

"Yes" he said firmly. He loved it. "My sister will love these flowers!" Felicity smiled wide and her doubts went away. Oliver was so confident, he knew what he was saying, the girl will love the bouquet. "And see? It's not that small at all," he added.

"It's perfect," she whispered.

Oliver murmured his agreement. He had to get out now! He was too excited! "Thank you! Sorry I interrupted your coffee time."

"Yeah, no problem at all. If you're around let me know if she liked it," Felicity requested before sitting back on the stool.

"I will as soon as I can," promised Oliver.

"I'm here from opening to closing, every day," she explained before mentally cursing herself for being so bold. Why did she think he'd care? He's a busy man with a busy schedule… And a dozen sexy assistants, probably.

"I'll see you soon," Oliver chuckled as he left the shop. Right after he made it out of her sight, he let out a triumphant but quiet yell before dancing in excitement. He had the perfect flowers for a perfect girl. Thea was a genius! And he had to congratulate himself for being such a good liar, something he never thought one could be proud of.

It was almost seven when Felicity started cleaning the shop to close for the day. She didn't have to carry any plants inside because she sold every single one of them! She started slowly placing flowers in the fridges to keep them fresh, occasionally stopping to look at little rainbows on the walls from the prisms. She turned, spotting Oliver once again leaning against the doorway. He appeared out of nowhere. Felicity started wondering if he was some kind of a ninja.

"Hey," he said, slowly walking towards her.

"Hey," she greeted in surprise. "What are you doing here? Well, how could you miss closing time?" she joked.

"I couldn't," admitted Oliver. "You know… All day I was thinking, wondering actually if a nice girl would want to go to dinner with me?" Oliver asked fast, without a breath. Felicity stood, startled and surprised. Oliver pulled the flowers from behind his back, the same bouquet of flowers that she made this morning. When Felicity saw her favorite flowers, she instantly smiled and let out a breath she didn't even know she was holding. Oliver did the same thing, relieved when he saw her smile.

"Dinner dinner as in a date, dinner?" Felicity questioned with a blush that covered her cheeks.

"Date dinner," Oliver gushed loudly. Half of his face was covered in the tiny rainbows that the glass prisms made, the metallic threads in his grey tie glistening in the colorful light. "Felicity? Would you want to go on a date with me?" He seemed less nervous now.

"I'd love to," she said and took the bouquet from him. She hid her face in the soft flowers, inhaling their scent. "Thank you."

"Sorry I lied a bit about my sister," he added with a charming smile, hoping she wouldn't be mad at him.

"You're forgiven," she said slowly, "but only if you tell me what the frack did you do with 30 glass prisms?"

"Oh, I didn't lie about that," he said quickly. "I really got the prisms for my sister to put in her curtains," he explained. "The real question is what you are going to do with ten thousand of them." They both laughed.

"Who knows? Maybe there'll be more sisters who need them in curtains," she said with a playful wink. They stood in the middle of the small flower shop looking at each other, lost in the moment. Felicity didn't want him to leave, but she had to close the shop up. "Maybe… I was thinking maybe you could walk me to my car?" Felicity mused with a bright smile.

"I hope you parked very far." They both laughed and walked to the exit, Oliver and his little fairy.

The end :(

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