"Oh hey, Ray. I see you've found me new apartment," Felicity said after she opened her front door.

"It wasn't that hard. You literally live a block away from work now. Speaking of work, have you considered my proposal?" Ray said inviting himself into her apartment. He sat down on her new couch.

"What proposal?" she said sitting down next to him.

"The one from three weeks ago. About saving the city and the suit and everything else?"

"Oh, right. Well, there's been…um…another…um…death in the family."

"Yeah, I know. And I'm sorry but I really need your help. I can't do this whole saving thing on my own."

"I don't know, Ray. It just doesn't seem right. Well, at least not right now."

"Felicity, I need you. This city needs you."

"Ray, I can't. And the city can wait."

"But I can't, Felicity. Please, don't make me beg. Cause you know that I will, "He said making Felicity giggle a little. "I'll get down on my knees and grovel. Please, don't make me." He took Felicity's hands and slowly bent his knees.

"Okay, okay. I'll help. But there have got to be some guide lines."

"Sure, sure. Anything." He stood up from his knees but not letting go of hands.

"No extremely late nights; No coffee, lunch or dinner runs." Ray nodded in approval. "No shoulder touching and No, absolutely NO shirtless workouts."

"Thank you Felicity. I don't know how to repay you."

"You can just promise me that there will be no more shirtless workouts." They both cracked up into laughter. This is the happiest she had been since she heard the news about Oliver. And that's when all the emotions came flooding back. And it hurt. It hurt just as bad as the first time. But it didn't hurt for the same reasons. It was so painful because for the first time, she somehow forgot about Oliver. She felt like she had betrayed a part of herself. Like she had betrayed Oliver. But Oliver was gone and was never coming back.

"Felicity? Is something wrong?"

"Yes, but it'll heal over time."

"That's a very positive outlook."

"I'm the kind of glass-half-full person. Well, can I see it? And by it I mean the A.T.O.M suit?"

"Sure. I'll take you there."

A few hours later

"The suit was pretty awesome," Felicity said walking out of Palmer Technologies with Ray.

"Well, it was pretty easy to make considering that I own a whole company."

"Don't get smug, Mr Palmer," Felicity smirked.

"Sure thing, Ms Smoak," he laughed. "Um… would you possibly like to grab some food?"

"I don't know Ray."

"Sorry Felicity, I was out of line."

"No Ray, you weren't. It's just that I've been going through a rough patch."

"Again Felicity, I'm sorry and I just want to let you know that I'm here for you."

"Thank you, Ray. And, yes, some food would be great."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure Ray, but only in a platonic way."

"Cause that went last time," Ray joked. "Alright, it's only platonic."

The next two hours went by fast. They had dinner at the closest Big Belly Burger and talked about ways to improve the A.T.O.M suit. After they finished eating, Ray drove Felicity home, walked her to her door and hugged her goodnight. And that was it. There was no kiss; no awkward conversations and no lingering looks.

Felicity walked into apartment, turned on the lights and put her bag down. Then she walked into her bedroom and changed into her pyjamas which consisted of her MIT sweater and boxer shorts. She then walked to her fridge and grabbed a pint of choc mint ice cream. She could never live without her ice cream. Felicity then sat down on her couch and switch on her favourite episodes of Doctor Who.

Eight episodes later, she heard a knock at her door. Someone knocked on her front door at 1:00 in the morning. Felicity was angry. She was pissed that she had to put down her glass of wine and her third pint of ice cream. She padded barefoot across the cold wooden floor and opened the door.

"What… the… fuck," Felicity gasped.

"Felicity," he said.

"Oliver…"