Felicity took a long sip of her, admittedly, too sweet, sugary latte as she plopped her bag down on the empty table, claiming it for herself and Curtis. He followed a moment later, two pastries and his own black coffee in his hands.

It had been a long week and they were both enjoying a quiet breakfast date at their favorite coffee shop. The two of them had been best friends since their time at MIT, but with their busy jobs at Queen Consolidated and Palmer Tech—not to mention Curtis recently getting married!—they just hadn't had the time to hang out like they used to. Hence, Curtis declaring Saturday morning's date night, so to speak.

He handed her her cinnamon roll and sat down in his chair, before jumping slightly. "Ow!"

Felicity put her breakfast down, taking a seat herself as Curtis reached beneath him to pull out a sleek, black cellphone—sans case. She was just pulling in a breath to start in on a lecture—because why wouldn't someone put a case on their phone? It was a delicate piece of technology that needed protection!—when she noticed the strange look Curtis was giving it.

"Guess someone lost it," he said with a shrug, placing it on the table.

Felicity took another sip of her drink before reaching over to give the phone a look. It was the latest Q-phone and, despite working for the company that made it, she was a little in awe at actually be holding one in her hands. They were crazy expensive, far outside her budget, but the technology that Queen Consolidated had included in this edition had almost tempted her to splurge.

She tapped the screen with her finger, lighting up the display. There was no personalized background photo, just the blue gradient that came stock. She was about to take it up to the counter to turn it in to lost and found when it buzzed, a green text bubble popping up on screen.

Where are you?

Then another, Ollie this isn't funny! I'm going to kill you!

She tapped the bubble, a message popping up prompting her for a password.

Ethically, she knew she should just turn the phone in at the counter, finish her breakfast date with Curtis, and go about her Saturday. But, curiosity always had gotten the best of her and today was no different, so, working her magic—she was a computer genius, after all—she hacked into the phone.

The text message app was open to a one sided string of increasingly aggravated text messages from someone named Thea, who apparently had been trying to get in touch with the phone's owner for the last half an hour. Felicity felt a little bad for the guy, since he'd clearly lost his phone and wasn't just ignoring this girl. She closed out of the app and tapped the settings icon, hoping the owner had entered all of his contact information. See? She wasn't just being nosy. She just wanted to make sure the owner got his phone back. Hacking was just the simplest way to do that.

But, the moment the app opened, prominently displaying the name of said owner, Felicity realized just what a bad idea that was.

"That's Oliver Queen's phone," she said, nearly tossing it back on the table.

"What?!" Curtis reached over, grabbing it up and tapping excitedly on the screen.

"Curtis, no!"

"Oh, come on, Felicity." He grinned at the screen. "How often does an opportunity to snoop on an actual billionaire present itself?"

"And my boss," she added, trying to grab the phone away.

He ignored her, pulling it out of her reach. "He'll never know we looked."

Just then the phone vibrated again, causing Curtis to flinch so hard he almost sent it flying. Felicity swore she saw her life flashing before her eyes.

"It's from his sister," Curtis whispered, wide eyes flashing across the screen. "She's really angry with him." Then Curtis jolted and looked up. "It's her wedding. He's late for her wedding!"

"What?" Felicity was having a really hard time following along, what with the panic attack she could feel coming on. All she wanted to do was get the phone back from Curtis and take it over to the staff at the counter. Or better yet, Queen Consolidated. The guys at the front desk there would get it back to Mr. Queen and she wouldn't get fired for hacking her boss's phone.

She glanced up to see Curtis's fingers flying across the phone screen. Typing. Curtis was typing.

On Oliver Queen's phone.

She grabbed for the phone, this time successfully, and pulled it into her chest. "What are you doing?!"

"Just letting her know her brother isn't dead in a ditch somewhere," Curtis said, like it was obvious. "It's her wedding day, she shouldn't have to worry."

"How do you know it's her wedding?"

"How do you not?" Curtis countered. "It's been all over the gossip sites for weeks."

Heaving a sigh, Felicity looked down at the phone to see what Curtis had sent.

Hi. I just found this phone at Jitters and wanted to know who I could return it to?

Okay. That wasn't so bad. Forget the fact that he shouldn't have even been able to open the phone without the password, much less reply to a text.

She placed the phone back on the table and breathed deeply.

"It's fine, Felicity. We're just returning the phone."

She nodded, and tried to concentrate on ripping a piece off of her cinnamon roll. She wasn't sure she could eat it, what with the somersaults her stomach was doing, but it gave her something to do with her hands as they awaited a reply.

"Why are you getting so freaked out over this?" Curtis asked, taking a sip of his coffee and looking way too nonchalant. "Is this about your crush?"

"This is about me just inadvertently hacking my boss's phone," she hissed. "That's, like, gotta be a fireable offense. And I do not have a crush!"

Curtis snorted. "Really?"

She narrowed her eyes. "One: you have to know someone to have a crush on them, and two—

The phone vibrated again and Felicity's heart jumped into her throat.

Curtis casually pulled the phone closer so he could read the screen, then smirked up at her. "Well, here's your chance to get to know him."

He spun the phone towards her so she could see the text for herself.

Can you meet at St. Mark's Cathedral downtown? 20 min? Please?

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"I cannot believe I let myself be talked into this."

Felicity grabbed the phone from Curtis's hand as he pulled up to the curb in front of a large cathedral. It was beautiful, but imposing and she felt a flutter of nerves in her stomach.

Curtis wanted her to go in there. Alone.

"Why can't we just park the car and go in together?"

"Because I'll never find a spot. Just run in real quick. Thea asked you to come." He placed a hand on her shoulder. "You might want to hurry though, before the actual wedding starts."

She cringed, and glanced down at her outfit. She'd put on a floral dress that morning. It was cute, but in no way passable as wedding attire.

"Okay, fine." She clenched the phone tightly, then popped the door open and climbed out.

She took the stairs up into the cathedral and slipped inside the slightly open door. She could hear strums of music echoing through the vestibule and snuck a peek into the church. There were loads of guests moving to take their seats, but she didn't see Thea or Oliver Queen anywhere. A man, maybe thirty, with dark hair and an overly charming smile spotted her and she suddenly felt like a deer in the headlights.

Tommy Merlyn.

She recognized him from paparazzi photos with Oliver Queen. Not that she spent much time looking at paparazzi photos of her boss. She didn't. It was just… sometimes when she was perusing the internet during lunch, she'd stumble across a gossip blog or two. It wasn't her fault Oliver Queen and his friends frequently made headlines.

"Why, hello," Tommy Merlyn purred as he approached her. He stepped out of the church and into the vestibule, forcing her to take a quick step back. "I don't think we've met. I'm Tommy."

"Felicity," she said, clutching the phone tighter. "Smoak."

"Do you need a seatmate, Felicity Smoak?" He shot her another too charming smile, eyes drifting down as he took her in. "Because, not to toot my own horn, but I've been told I make an excellent seatmate at these things." He reached into his pocket, pulling out a handful of wrapped candies. "I bring mints."

Despite the heavy flirting, something about that gesture put her at ease and she smiled. "No, I'm actually just here to drop off this phone I found."

She waved it around for him to see and recognition spread across his face.

"You found Ollie's phone!" He grinned, conspiratorially. "He's been freaking out about it since he showed up. Wait here, I'll get him for you."

"Oh, no, you can just—"

But he was already gone.

Her stomach fluttered nervously and she stepped back until her bare shoulders came into contact with the smooth stone wall of the vestibule. She was about to meet Oliver Queen. Oliver Queen, who, yes okay, she'd had the silliest crush on since she was a teenager and he'd made headlines just for being the attractive son of rich, tech moguls.

It was stupid to be nervous. Felicity felt stupid. She closed her eyes, pulling in a steadying breath to try and calm herself.

"Hi."

Her eyes shot wide and there he was, standing in front of her, looking like something out of a movie. His tuxedo was tailored perfectly and pulled taut across his shoulders in a way Felicity would have loved to admire had he not been standing right there, clearly waiting for her to respond.

"Hi!" she blurted way too cheerfully in order to hide her nerves. She didn't think she accomplished it. "I think you were looking for this."

She held up his cellphone and he smiled, stepping closer.

"Thank you so much."

He took the phone, their fingers brushing as he did, and Felicity pulled her hand back quickly, ignoring the spark that coursed through her.

"Of course," she said, feeling a babble coming on, but completely helpless to stop it. "I can't imagine what I'd do if I ever lost my phone. Well, no, I actually have an app that will ping its location if it's ever lost so I'd just go back and get it, but…"

Noticing his wide-eyed stare in the face of her malfunctioning brain to mouth filter, she slammed her eyes shut and counted backwards from three in her head before looking back at him.

"Sorry. I should go."

"Wait!"

He reached out as she turned to leave, brushing his fingers along her wrist, causing another spark to shoot up her arm. This time he must have felt it too, because he pulled back like she'd burned him.

"I… um." He blinked at her, looking slightly confused, like he'd lost his train of thought. "I'd like to thank you for bringing it by so quickly. My sister is getting married today, as you can probably tell." He smiled, gesturing behind him. "And she wanted me to give a speech during the ceremony, but I typed it out on my phone, then… lost my phone."

"You didn't save it in the cloud? This model should do it automatically."

Oliver Queen blinked, a slight tint rising in his cheeks. "Oh. I didn't… I didn't even think of that."

Felicity smiled, a little bit charmed by his embarrassment. Guess even sexy, billionaires get embarrassed from time to time.

Suddenly, Oliver's expression shifted, the bashful quirk of his lips lifting into a flat out smirk.

"Sexy, huh?"

Now it was Felicity's turn to pink up, or, in her case, turn beet red. Frack her broken brain to mouth filter. Oliver was still smiling, though. He stepped closer, pushing his hands into his pockets.

"I was going to give you a cash reward for bringing it back, but…" His smile turned soft and infectious. She found herself smiling back. "Would you care to get dinner with me instead?"

"Oh." It was about all Felicity could articulate at the moment.

"Felicity! I actually managed to find a parking spot—Oh!"

Felicity didn't look away from Oliver long enough to see Curtis, but she could picture his expression. Oliver looked though, his expression falling as he realized Curtis was with her.

Frack.

"Curtis, this is Oliver Queen," she said, pulling herself back together. "Mr. Queen, this is—"

"Please," he interrupted, "call me Oliver."

"Oliver," she said softly, as if tasting his name on her tongue. She shot him a slow smile, never breaking eye contact. "This is Curtis, my best friend."

Oliver's eyes skipped to Curtis for a moment before landing back on her, his smile returning. "It's nice to meet you both… Felicity, was it?"

"Felicity Smoak."

He extended his hand and, this time, when the spark shot through them, neither let go.

"So… Dinner?" He shrugged, looking somehow both confident and nervous all at once. "It's the least I can do."

Behind her, Curtis made a small sound that she could only imagine would turn into many large sounds as soon as they were back out in the car, but for now Felicity only had eyes for Oliver.

"Dinner sounds great."