The next morning, Felicity went to Oliver's apartment with a box of donuts and two coffees. Hands occupied, she knocked on the door with her elbow, nervously waiting for him to answer. After a few seconds, she heard him approaching the door and she took a deep breath. She could do this. Everything was going to be fine.

He opened the door, looking disarmingly handsome in a plain t-shirt and flannel pajama bottoms. His hair was still mussed from sleep, and she had sudden urge to reach up and smooth it down. Thankfully, both of her hands were filled.

"Felicity, hi." He stepped back without her asking and she walked in, taking a look around the apartment. She hadn't been there often, and still found the gradient grey-tones and minimalism a stark contrast to her own home. Felicity never met a knick-knack she didn't like.

She turned around to face him, lifting the box of donuts and said, "I come bearing an apology breakfast."

"You don't have anything to apologize for," Oliver said, and he meant it.

"I sort of do," she pressed. "I feel awful about last night. I didn't think about how all of that would make you feel, which I should have, so…" she took a deep breath and finished in a small voice, "Sorry for jumping you?"

"Apology accepted," he said, taking the coffee from her.

"At least we should be rid of Brian now," Felicity said, not noticing how Oliver bristled at the name. "He's a married man now. Good riddance, huh?"

"Sure," he said shortly, sitting at the kitchen counter.

"They seemed happy, didn't they? I mean, I guess that makes sense. It was their wedding. But, I still kind of thought…" she trailed off, shaking her head. "Anyway, I thought they looked happy."

"Yeah, they did," Oliver agreed. "Look, Felicity, I don't really want to talk about the wedding."

"Right, of course," she said, nodding. "No more wedding talk. How about you? How is the business deal going?"

"It's going well," Oliver said. "The deal should be signed by the end of the week."

"That's amazing," she said, grinning wide. "We'll have to get a celebratory dinner after."

Oliver looked down at his coffee, his shoulders tight with tension, and he said, "I don't think that's such a good idea."

"Okay," she said quickly, slightly taken aback by what he said. "It's not a good idea. I'm sorry, why it's not a good idea?"

"I just think we need to have a little space right now."

"Space," she repeated. "Is this because of last night? Because, I promise you it won't happen again."

"Felicity-"

"I heard you loud and clear about that not happening again. Like, megaphone loud and clear."

"Felicity," he said loudly, effectively cutting off her rambling. "I'm in love with you."

She stared at him, not thinking she heard what he said correctly, but it was a pretty hard thing to mishear. It was only five words. Five simple words that changed everything.

"Oliver…"

"I don't expect anything from you," he said. "I really don't. But, I also can't be going to dinners with you and…pretending to be something that we're not."

"Okay," she said, biting the inside of her cheek so that she wouldn't start crying. "So, I guess I'll see you when…I see you?"

Oliver nodded.

"Okay, then I'll just…" she gestured toward the door, wanting him to stop her but he didn't, so she turned around, heading out of his apartment with both confusion and a heavy heart.

Felicity met Lydia for drinks later in the week and shared what happened with Lydia. Her friend was uncharacteristically quiet, and Felicity asked, "What is it?"

"I'm just surprised you didn't know."

"Of course, I didn't know," Felicity said. "How was I supposed to know?"

"It was pretty obvious. I mean, he was always there for you."

Felicity shook her head and said, "We were pretending to be married. Of course, he was there for me."

"The wedding-"

"Was part of the deal," Felicity interjected, her skin feeling hot. "That was why this all started. He goes with me to the wedding and I pretend that we're together so that his business deal goes through. This was all part of the plan. It was alwayspart of the plan. So, how the hell was I supposed to know that he went ahead and fell in love with me?"

"So, he's not talking with you?"

"He said he needs space," Felicity said. "Which you think wouldn't be a big deal considering five months ago I didn't even know who he was."

"But it is," Lydia said.

"Yeah, it is," Felicity said. "I miss him. It's only been three days since we talked and I already miss him."

"You know, you might want to consider…" Lydia trailed off, giving her a significant look.

"What? Consider what?" Felicity asked.

"That you love him, too," Lydia said. Felicity didn't answer and Lydia continued with, "I've seen you two together. He wasn't the only one throwing out some heart eyes."

"Please never say heart eyes again."

"I'm just saying – this isn't the worst turn of events. Just go and talk to him. Tell him how you feel."

"I don't know how I feel," Felicity admitted.

"Well, if you want my advice," Lydia said, taking a sip of her wine. "I think you better figure it out."

"You look like shit," Tommy said, greeting Oliver as he walked into the room.

"Hello to you, too," Oliver said.

"Sorry, but you do. What's going on?" Oliver didn't answer immediately and Tommy said, "Oh no, don't tell me the Cromwell deal fell through."

"No, it didn't fall through," Oliver said. "I got the contract. And more."

"Okay, this sounds good," Tommy said slowly. "I'm not following."

"The more is that they want me to oversee the development of some clubs in their European properties. I'd be stationed out of London."

"So, you'd be moving to London," Tommy said. Oliver nodded and Tommy asked, "What does your wife think about that?"

Oliver's jaw tightened. "Felicity and I aren't speaking right now."

"I'm sorry, what?"

"We haven't really been talking since the wedding."

"That was two weeks ago," Tommy said. "Why am I just hearing about this now?"

"I didn't really want to talk about it," Oliver said. "I still don't want to, actually."

Tommy wanted to push, but knew better. "So, are you taking the job?"

"I don't know," he said. "I fly out to London tomorrow morning to get the official pitch. It's a good opportunity. We can expand Verdant to a new market."

Tommy also thought it was a prime opportunity for Oliver to run away from his problems, but he didn't say that.

"Well, when you're out there maybe send me some fish and chips. I've been craving that recently."

"You know you can get that here, right?" Oliver said.

"Yeah, but it's not the same."

Oliver smiled slightly, clapping his friend on the shoulder. "Sure, Tommy. I'll send you some fish and chips."

"I know you don't want to hear this," Tommy said. "But you should still tell her."

"I will," Oliver said evasively.

"Preferably before your court appearance next week. It might be a bit of a shock to hear, hey nice being married to you, and oh, by the way, I'm moving to London."

"I get it," Oliver said tightly. "And I will."

"Good." He paused. "And, don't forget my fish and chips. That's a friendship ending mistake."

"Alright, I get it," Oliver said, sharing a grin with his friend to lessen the sharp tone of his voice. "Let's do your PT exercises. It's time for you to go from two to three moving toes."

Tommy nodded and said, "From your mouth to hot Nurse Maria's ears."