A/N: It's been awhile! This is something that is done fairly often, but I had an idea and couldn't get rid of it. Felicity and Oliver meet in college. (Isn't it handy how close MIT and Harvard are?) I had some fun with this. I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Arrow. Just in case you thought otherwise.

"You're late Smoak," the irritated voice of her manager greeted from behind the counter. "Again."

"I know Joel," she responded and tied on her apron. "Sorry. I'll stay late to make up for it."

"You always say that."

She smirked, "And I always stay."

"Grab the coffee and do some refills," Joel answered and went back to attending the customer in front of him after a quick apology.

The small coffee shop that Felicity had stumbled upon in her second month at MIT had been a godsend. She had worked the summer before she left for MIT and the full scholarship had been helpful but if she wanted to like eat she was going to have to find something.

Then she wandered into Brown Cup Coffee and had instantly fallen in love with the atmosphere. Three days later she was tying on the pink apron she still used. Mavis and Andrew were the elderly owners who had basically adopted her. They were great about helping to work around her crazy class schedule. It was a bigger bonus that they didn't care if she worked on homework while the shop was slow.

Joel was their only child and the day-to-day manager of the shop. He was the big brother she'd never had.

"Smoak!"

"Almost done Joel," she replied and then checked in with the last two tables before heading back behind the counter. "No reason to be grumpy today Joel."

"I'm not grumpy."

"Don't worry about your parents," she said gently. "They're going to love Mike."

"Yeah."

Felicity shook her head. "You're being ridiculous."

"Just go and arrange another plate of cookies for the display case and leave me alone."

"Then stop being grumpy," she scolded with a grin. "You're going to scare away the customers."

"Go."

"Fine, fine."

The afternoon crowd had started dwindling when Joel finally untied his apron. "You sure you're okay closing up tonight by yourself?"

Felicity sighed, "It isn't the first time I've closed up Joel. I'll leave everything locked in the office like before. Go, have dinner with your parents and let your boyfriend wow them. I'm fine."

"Thanks Smoak."

"Anytime," she answered and shooed him out the door. "Go!"

When she finally got Joel out the door she turned and looked out over the shop's small floor and picked up a fresh pot of coffee to make the rounds.

It wasn't until she had pulled out her schoolwork did He walk in. It was impossible not to notice him and Felicity had to keep her breathing normal.

Harvard she guessed.

She would recognize him from the MIT campus because there wouldn't be a way to not.

He walked up to the counter and smiled a little half smile of charm that admittedly had her knees a little weak.

This is ridiculous, she chastised herself with a quick shake of her head, get it together Smoak.

"Hi," she greeted Him with a smile. "What can I get for you?"

"Just a coffee, black." He responded with a shrug. "Internet's available here, right?"

"Of course," she said pouring his coffee. "Open network. Help yourself and let me know if there is anything else I can get for you."

"Thanks."

Felicity has to force herself not to stare. Really she's just proud of herself for getting through the basic of the conversation without tripping over her words in an awkward Felicity Smoak ramble that her roommate teases her about all the time.

She had really thought college would help get her out of her awkward phase.

She had been wrong.

So very, very wrong.

Forcing herself to not obsess over the hot customer she turned her attention back to her programming textbook. As the time went on she stole a few glances towards the table where He was sitting and studiously working on what sounded like a paper by the way he was typing and then hitting the backspace.

She grabbed the coffee pot and headed his way.

"Need a refill?"

He looked up at her startled. "Uh, yeah. Thanks."

"Not a problem. It's what I'm here for."

He looked around the near empty shop. "Oh god what time is it? I'm not keeping you from closing am I?"

Felicity couldn't help but laugh. "It's not even seven yet. You've got three more hours before I get to kick you out."

"Good to know," he replied and flashed her a smile. "That better be enough time."

"What are you working on?"

"Economics paper. It's the paper from hell."

"Sounds like it."

"So you're not offering to do it for me?"

"God no," she replied with a laugh. "Good luck though."

He nodded and she worked her way back towards the counter stopping a few of the other tables that had customers.

It was settling into two hours later when she heard him let out a string of curse words from his table.

"Damn it!"

"Everything okay?"

"Not even a little bit."

"What's wrong?"

"My computer just died," he said with a groan. "My paper, everything is on this thing and it just went black and won't respond and I don't know what I'm going to do."

"Let me take a look."

"You don't have to…"

Felicity chuckled, "Really it's no big deal. I've been building computers for nearly ten years now. Computers and I get along well."

"Seriously?"

"Yup."

He handed her the laptop. "Go for it then."

It didn't take long for her to have the computer in pieces in front of her. She focused her attention on the offending machine and not it's owner who was watching her intently.

"Where did you learn to do this?"

She offered a one-shoulder shrug. "Books. Practice. Trial and error. I had a lot of time on my hands as a kid and I just sort of understood them. It's weird, I know."

"It's remarkable."

"Thanks for remarking on it," Felicity said with a smile. "Okay let me see if I can get it to turn back on now. Will you grab my black bag? It's right behind the counter. I've got some software I can run to see if there are any lingering issues and will possibly recover anything lost."

"I've been saving the paper as I go," Oliver offered as he headed towards the counter, "so hopefully you won't have to recover anything. But thanks."

"It's really not an issue," she assured him and let her fingers fly over the keyboard. She pulled in a USB port after he'd handed over her bag and she went back to work. "It looks like the memory was bogged down, the hard drive hadn't been scrubbed in awhile. A few minor viruses, nothing I can't wipe out easily enough. Okay…"

With a few final keystrokes she unplugged her USB and sat back.

"Good as new. Or as new as can be."

"Thank you so much…" the customer said as he took his seat once Felicity stood up. "I'm sorry, I don't think I caught your name."

"Felicity," she said with a smile. "Felicity Smoak."

"Hi Felicity. I'm Oliver Queen."

A/N: Let me know what you thought! (I'm seriously playing around with the idea of turning this into a full fic. Ideas have been rolling. We'll see.)