A/N: Though I wrote carefully enough that I think this still keeps the K+ rating, there is one mildly suggestive comment. Oh, and it's pure, ridiculous, fluff – and has a Princess Bride reference thrown in for good measure. For Flash Fiction Prompt #7 - Illusions
Eavesdropping
"Oh come on, he has to be at least six foot-five," one girl said to another
"No way, the hood probably makes him seem taller than he actually is. And who picks all green? That's not exactly fashion forward."
Oliver nearly spit out his coffee at the word "hood" and Felicity reached to hand him a napkin as he choked. She looked over and, sure enough, two teenage girls were looking at a copy of that day's newspaper – a newspaper that featured reasonably clear images of The Arrow on its front page.
"Maybe Addy, but come on, he has to be hot," she replied to her friend.
Addy rolled her eyes. "If he's hot then why wear the mask? He probably got burned by acid or something."
Felicity put a hand over her mouth to keep from laughing out loud at Oliver's irritated glare as he wiped his face. The glare turned on her, but then seemed to soften slightly as if her amusement took the edge off his anger.
"Fine, the face is a question mark I'll grant you that," the friend agreed and Felicity couldn't help but let her eyes trace over Oliver's profile. Maybe she'd have to "anonymously" give a better sketch to the Starling City PD, just to take that question mark off the table. Even with his eyes hidden, his adoring female public should at least know about the jawline.
Oliver raised an eyebrow. "Don't you dare," he hissed.
"What?" she said innocently.
He didn't answer, but the look on his face made her wonder if he'd added mind reading to his skill set. "A little goodwill couldn't hurt," she said with a shrug.
Rolling his eyes, he picked up his coffee cup and turned his attention back to his breakfast in front of him. However, as the two girls continued to talk Felicity was surprised to see his face look slightly flushed around the edges. For youngsters, they sure were having fun with some frank speculation and admiration about exactly what lay behind the tight green leather suit. Felicity bit her bottom lip and felt herself blush as well…after all, they weren't wrong, and she wasn't blind.
That part of the conversation ended with Addy finally agreeing. "Okay, so the body is at least an 8.5 I'll give you that."
This time it was Felicity's turn to splutter and look indignant. Anything less than a ten was just ridiculous…of course they hadn't seen him shirtless, but still.
Her attention was brought back to her companion across the table when he cleared his throat. "You okay over there?" he asked. There was a fairly delighted smirk on his features.
She squared her shoulders and deliberately picked up her knife to spread jam on a piece of toast. "I'm fine." It was tough to be annoyed with the man when he got that sparkle in his eyes. He must really have been hell-on-wheels in his pre-island days.
The girls finally left their table and once they were gone Felicity let out a long breath. "That was one of my more interesting rounds of eavesdropping."
Oliver grunted, and took another bite of eggs. "Makes me want to rethink the tailoring on the suit."
Felicity let out a surprised giggle. "I don't know. Starling's had a rough year, at least you're giving the women in town something fun to speculate about. I mean before I knew that the vigilante was you, I…." she caught herself just in time and put the brakes firmly on that babble. "You know what, never mind."
His smirk had been replaced with an all-out grin now. "And what? Now you know what's behind the curtain, I'm just not that interesting?"
"Oh yeah" she said, unable to keep the sarcasm out of her voice. "Completely dull."
His eyes locked on hers as he set down his fork and ran a hand across his jawline. The one she'd just been so focused on. "Felicity, I…" Then he blinked and looked behind her. "Hey, Digg. Everything okay at home?"
John Diggle slid into the booth next to Felicity. "Just got the new food order," he said with a sigh. "Lyla's mind changes about every ten minutes." He looked from Felicity to Oliver and back again. "I miss anything interesting while I was gone?"
Oliver shook his head and took another bite of eggs. "No, not really, just that Felicity apparently thinks I'm a ten."
On instinct Felicity grabbed one of the sugar packets nearby and hurled it at his head. He reached up and caught it easily just before it would have smacked him in that too-handsome face of his.
"O-kay," Digg said, sounding confused. "Sounds like it was quite the conversation."
"Yeah," Felicity said, still glaring at Oliver. "Especially considering it wasn't even ours."
