A/N: For FF#38 Strangers in the Night – my very own handsome bff and I are soon to be headed on our own road trip (thankfully not in a Porsche, how would you pack anything in that?) and it just made me think about some normal couple running into Olicity in their travels…I'm really tired so it's a little random, but here it goes.

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The campfire on the beach was crackling happily, as Lindsey finished her second s'more and leaned back on the blanket, head against her husband Jack's shoulder. She could hear a party going on further down the beach - one that apparently involved large amounts of Rhianna, beer, and happy shouting – but they were far enough away that she could focus on the sound of the waves. That was the best thing about this part of the world, there was plenty of beach to go around.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw the couple walking down the beach in their direction. When she'd first spotted them in the failing light, uber-fit and blonde, she'd pegged them for members of the Rhianna party bunch, but they'd kept walking. Now that they were closer she could see that the man, at least, was older than she'd originally thought, probably pushing thirty.

"They look safe enough, let's just ask them," she heard the young woman say as they approached. The man grumbled a response that Lindsey couldn't here.

"You know, Oliver," the woman said, reaching over to pat the man's stomach. "For such a big muscly guy you're a real baby about asking for directions."

"Sounds like you," Lindsey said to Jack. Jack grunted but she felt the little chuckle he gave.

The woman of the couple obviously won out, because they walked toward Lindsey and Jack. The woman's smiled, and she had an instantly likeable face with bright lipstick and dark glasses. Something about the guy seemed familiar, but she couldn't place it. And, yes, she was extremely happily married, but she felt like she should have remembered a man that looked like that.

"Hi," the woman said. "We're sorry to interrupt what is clearly your peaceful romantic evening, but we're a little lost. Apparently even the most advanced GPS in the world can't help you if the address is sufficiently vague. Which, in this day and age, is actually kind of…"

The man cut her off gently, shaking his head with a little smile. "We were looking for the Bright Bay Inn."

Lindsey usually hated it when men interrupted women, but in this case, it made a certain amount of sense. Jack looked down at her waiting for her to reply – they were apparently two couples of chatty women and quieter men. "Bright Bay's is about twenty miles north back on the highway," Lindsey said, confused at how they could get so lost. "Which way did you come from?"

The man rolled his eyes and shook his head. "North."

Lindsey chuckled and then an idea occurred to her. "Did you take the Hansen Lake turnoff?"

"Yep," the man answered.

"That's where you went wrong," Lindsey said. "You needed to wait for the Hansen's Creek turnoff. Hansen's Lake Road just pulls you off the highway and dumps you here. The sad part is you probably were only about six miles from Bright Bay."

The woman leaned her head back and squinted one eye at her boyfriend. Boyfriend? Husband? They didn't have rings, but they seemed very, very, together.

"Sorry about that," she told him. "Epic navigation fail on my part."

He shrugged. "No big deal."

"Well, at least it's pretty," the woman said. "Not like the time you got us lost in New Jersey. I couldn't believe that neighborhood we ended up in… I thought the Glades were bad."

Lindsey listened to the exchange with a smile. They actually, except for the movie star looks of course, reminded her of her and Jack when they were first together. On impulse she said, "Want a marshmallow before you head back out into the night?"

She hadn't actually expected to be taken up on her offer but the woman's smile brightened. "Could I really? I haven't had a toasted marshmallow in...well I don't know how long, unless you count the ones I cooked in college over the Bunsen burners in the chem lab. And I'm starving."

"Have a seat," Lindsey said, handing her the bag and a roasting stick. "You?" she said, raising an eyebrow at the man.

He let out a big sigh, as if giving in to some great temptation and then said. "Sure, why not?"

Six marshmallows later the couple, armed with clear directions from Lindsey and a map sketched by Jack headed back up the beach into the night.

"Nice couple," Lindsey said, turning toward her husband.

"You were pretty calm, considering," Jack said, raising his eyebrows.

"Considering what?" Lindsey asked confused.

Jack laughed then, loud enough that it rolled into the air around them. "You have no idea who that was do you?"

Lindsey's brain searched back over the experience. Trying to remember details – Felicity, had been the girl's name, they'd been from Starling City, and what had she called the guy?

"Holy crap!" she exclaimed finally figuring it out. "Was that…?"

Jack nodded. "Pretty sure you just met Oliver Queen. Didn't you threaten to leave me for him on our first Valentine's Day?"

Lindsey felt lightheaded and let out a silly giggle, hitting her husband in the arm. "He looks really different now. And lucky you – he definitely seems off the market."

Jack kissed her on the forehead. "Yep, lucky me."