Wishful moment
**Before all the spoilers and everything I wrote this. Short little wishful thinking.**
"I'm leaving for the night"
"Why so early?"
"I…I have a date…"
"With who?"
"Ed…Edward Raymond…remember? The journalist we met the other day in the press conference at the-"
"I remember. Didn't knew he asked you out…and that you agreed…"
"Yeah well, a girl can get tired of her lonely nights"
"…."
"…"
"Where is he taking you?"
"Some fancy restaurant I suppose…It's Ok right? I mean, I never ask for much, just tonight…You don't need me today…"
"Sure. If he's-"
"I mean this is the time to say something, Oliver. If for some reason you don't want me to go, say it now…because, who knows? Maybe he's the one, and we fall in love, and then I'm going to need more free nights, and weekends, and holidays…"
"…"
"So, it is Ok? Should I leave?"
"…"
"Oliver, do you have some reason for me to not leave?"
*Nods*
"What is it?"
"I meant it. That night. I meant it"
"I know"
"…"
"Now what?"
"I-I don't know"
"Well…That's your problem Oliver, not mine"
"Felicity…"
"You know where to find me. But I won't wait forever"
"Are you going to go out with Edmure?"
"It's Edward. And yes. I already bought a dress."
"Don't go"
"…"
"Just. Don't."
"…"
"Felicity"
"Then do something!"
"…"
"Oliv-"
*Gasp*
