Saturday was clean up day. During the week Felicity divided her time between her job as EA, trying to help Oliver save Queen Consolidated, and helping Team Arrow save the city, having no time to take care of herself. So Saturday was the chosen day to put things in order; she would wake up late, start the day by doing laundry, then washing the dishes that had piled up during the week and cleaning up the apartment. If she was in a specially good mood she would even organize her closet. Then she would take care of herself by dying her hair, waxing and doing her nails. More often than not she would still go to the lair at night, but when she had a rare night off it was usually spent with take out, pop corn and ice-cream on her couch, either reading, watching movies or catching up with her favorite series.

However, this Saturday was an unusual one. Felicity had woken up with a startle at six, which was a first, and before noon she had done almost her entire routine for the day, the only thing missing was choosing the color of her nail polish to get her nails done. She had no idea how she would spend her entire afternoon waiting for the ball without going crazy. The idea that Oliver would be on Arrow duty and she wouldn't be there to give him support made her nervous. Moreover, she would attend the ball knowing there would be a heist and that not only Oliver would go to the event with Sara but Batman would also be there. It was all just so nerve wrecking.

Felicity kept staring at the box that contained numerous colorful polish nails while her mind ran various scenarios of how things could go wrong that night when she heard someone knock on her door.

She quickly checked the peep hole before opening the door to Diggle, who was holding a bad of Chinese food, "Hey. I brought lunch," he announced.

Felicity smiled and gestured for him to come in. He walked to the couch, setting up the cartons of food on the coffee table while she walked to the kitchen to grab plates, glasses and sodas for them. They quietly helped themselves to the food until finally Felicity broke the silence, "Don't get me wrong, it's not that I'm not glad that you came but... why exactly are you here?"

Dig smiled at her little babble, "We haven't talked all that much lately and I wanted to check with you some things about the ball."

Felicity dropped her chopsticks on her plate and turned a little to better focus on him, "If you came here to ask me to work with Oliver tonight-"

Before she could finish the sentence Dig cut her off, "That's not why I'm here."

"It's not?" she asked a little surprised. When she first saw him standing on her doorstep she thought he was there to convince her to work with Oliver that night.

"No. I get that you helped Batman track this woman and you don't want to go behind his back and help Oliver catch her in the last minute. I'm not saying I completely agree with you, but I can respect that."

Felicity reached out to Dig and squeezed his hand in a sign of appreciation before going back to eating her food, "Then what is this about?"

"As I said, I respect what you are doing. However, I'll be filling in your place tonight, checking security cameras and all that and it seems there will be three vigilantes in that party, so anything could go wrong," Dig sighed. "I promise you I won't say a word to Oliver or anyone else but I need to know what is Batman's plan for tonight."

Felicity stared at him for a moment before blinking a few times, "I don't know."

"Felicity how could you possibly not know? You've been helping him this whole week. I promise I won't tell anyone but, please, you have to tell me."

She rubbed her forehead knowing what she had to say would sound strange, "I really don't know. Yes, I've helped him get proof that Margaret Pye really is Magpie and was responsible for all those robberies. But we never really talked about his plans to catch her, he just said he would be coming to Starling and that he would like to meet me to thank me for my help."

"Please, tell me you're not meeting him at the ball," Dig begged.

She shook her head, "Of course not. I told him you thought it was dangerous so he just sent me a bottle of a really good and very expensive wine in thanks."

Diggle frowned, "He sent you a bottle of wine? How did he know you like wine?"

Felicity avoided his eyes and went back to nibbling her food as she answered, "I kind of told him in one of our conversations."

He stared hard at her and pressed, "Felicity, what exactly do you talk about with him?"

She shrugged noncommittally, "Everything, I guess. Whatever comes to mind." Then she paused and blushed before confessing, "He asks about my day."

Dig sighed and rubbed a hand over his face, "Oh, man."

"It's not a big deal. He was just being nice," she tried to reason and convince him at the same time. "Besides, I think he doesn't really have a team. Sometimes he seems a little lonely," she wonders aloud. "He probably just wanted to talk to someone, anyone."

"Yeah. And out of everyone in the world he picked you," Dig pointed out.

She looked at him, then shrugged looking away, "I'm glad he chose me."

The tone in her voice made him soften and smile, "I know. And I'm glad he asks about your day; you deserve it. But I'm still worried about what might happen tonight. Not only about the robbery and the vigilantes meeting, but you'll be there alone."

"I'll be fine," she reassured him. "I'm not interfering one way or another. There will obviously be plenty of vigilantes to stop the robbery, so I'm not getting in the middle."

"Sometimes things happen differently form what we plan, you know that. I just don't want you to be on harm's way. I'll look after you through the cameras but please be careful and keep your cell close."

She rolled her eyes but smiled, "I promise," She paused then continued, "I'm pretty excited about tonight. It's been quite a while since I last went out and it wasn't as bait or something Arrow related," she said, eating her last egg roll.

Dig had just finished eating when he furrowed his eyebrows and looked at her as he realized something, "How did you get an invitation to the ball anyway?"

She smiled proud of herself, "I have my ways," she paused then continued, "And I may have let Warren's Foundation believe I would be attending the ball as Oliver's EA."

Diggle chuckled, "You really are remarkable."

Felicity smiled sadly, thinking back at her good days with Oliver that now seemed to have happened a lifetime ago.

"Well, I should get going. You probably want to take your time getting ready to the ball and you should enjoy the day off," he told her, standing up and she did the same, walking him to the door. "If you need anything, just let me know, okay?"

She hugged him tightly, "Thanks, you're a good friend."

Once Diggle left Felicity quickly cleaned up the little mess they had made and chose a simple white nail polish, after all there was no one for her to try to impress at the ball and she really needed at least one thing to be simple in her life.

As soon as she arrived at the ball Felicity started to wonder what the hell she had been thinking. From the moment she stepped into the ballroom she had felt unwelcome. This wasn't her world, there was too much bling and name dropping for that. She had only attended these functions so far as Oliver's EA and spent the whole time by his side, pointing out possible investors and giving him the information he needed to approach them.

Tonight, however, she was not there to work, she was there just to enjoy herself. Unfortunately, as she walked further into the room and looked around, finding the place filled with couples, she realized it would a little hard to enjoy herself when she had no one to talk to.

She headed for the bar and sat on one of the stools before ordering a glass of wine. A few moments later she felt her clutch vibrate and checked her phone. A small smile played on her lips as she read Diggle's message, "You're beautiful tonight." She shyly looked at the nearest security camera and discreetly waved at him. A second later there was a new message, "Don't forget to be careful." She typed, "Always," and put her phone away.

She watched the people around her as they met and got reacquainted with each other for the next half an hour when something caught her attention. Oliver and Sara had just arrived in the ball, which led the other guests to start whispering about the couple that had been presumed dead until recently. Sara was wearing an emerald green dress that fit her body perfectly while Oliver looked stunning in a black smoking.

As Felicity watched the couple walk around, greeting and briefly talking to the other guests she wondered how deceiving looks could be. She bet no one in the party would guess how damaged and lethal the golden couple really was. She was so distracted with her thoughts she didn't notice she had been staring until Oliver's eyes locked with hers. He stared back at her blankly, as if he barely knew her, a hand still resting on the small of Sara's back. Felicity frowned at the image, aware that a couple of weeks ago she would have been irrationally upset and bothered by the couple's closeness, but at the moment she felt almost indifferent.

A minute later Oliver broke their gaze to look at the man who had been talking to him and Sara, and Felicity returned her attention to her wine. Another half an hour passed by as Felicity continued to nurse her glass of wine while she watched the other guests and listened to the talented band that was playing. She had lost sight of Oliver soon after the couple had arrived and decided it was better that way, after all she was not working with Team Arrow tonight.

Felicity was distractedly playing with her glass when someone approached her from her right. "Good evening," a husky voice greeted and as she turned around she was faced with one of the most handsome man she had ever seen. And considering she knew Oliver that was quite a feat.

She looked around and behind her but there was no one there, so finally she raised her eyebrows at him in surprise and pointed to herself, "Me?"

He chuckled and grinned, "Yes, you. I've noticed you've been here for a while, so I assume you're not accompanied," he left it open as a question.

She thought briefly of Oliver and how she was usually accompanying him in these events. But tonight it was different, she was by herself. For all she knew Oliver might be talking to investors, checking the perimeter or making out with Sara at the moment.

Felicity looked at the man in front of her and answered with a small smile, "I'm by myself."

"You won't be if you let me join you," he offered.

She wasn't sure why but before she could think it through she had already motioned to the stool next to hers, inviting him to join her. She stared at him for a few moments and tilted her head, "I'm sorry but do I know you? You look familiar..."

He waved to the bartender and order a scotch before turning back to her, "I don't believe so. I'm certain I would remember if I had met someone like you."

Felicity blushed but rolled her eyes, "Cliché but sweet. Do a lot of women fall for that line?"

He cleared his head to hide a smile and took a sip of his scotch, "Since we're being honest most women don't call me on my bullshit in the first five minutes of conversation, if that's what you mean. And you'd be surprised to learn that I don't usually say that to women."

Felicity's cheeks continued to tingle and she looked down, "Sorry, that was rude of me. I wish I could blame the wine but most of the time I forget to think before saying things."

"It's fine," he waved a hand to show he didn't mind. "It's refreshing to talk to someone who is actually honest."

"Most people like honesty as long as it is complimenting," she pointed out.

"I'm not most people."

"You sure don't look like most people," she somewhat agreed.

He chuckled lightly, "Really?"

"I mean, that's good. You look good. Very very good. Yummy, even," she paused. "Please, tell me I didn't just say that."

He smiled kindly, "You look good, too. You're amazingly beautiful."

Felicity blushed even harder and looked down shyly, "Thank you."

As she looked back up at him he noticed that she kept stealing glances at the dancing floor with a longing look every couple of minutes, watching as couples danced around talking and laughing and having fun. She looked so full of life and joy that he never would have imagined she missed something like dancing; it seemed just natural that someone as cheerful as she seemed to be would go out, dance and have fun whenever she wanted.

He smiled fondly at her and offered a hand, "Would you like to dance?"

She looked up at him startled, only then realizing she had been caught looking at the dancing floor, and lightly shook her head, "I'm not very good at it."

He didn't waver, "That was not my question. Besides, we don't have to be good at it, we just have to have fun."

She tilted her head to the side and smile, taking the hand he had offered and letting him walk her to the dancing floor.

The last notes of an Usher song was playing when he put a hand on her waist, while holding the other in his and brought her closer to him. She was a little surprised by their close proximity but somehow it didn't feel uncomfortable or awkward, just unexpected.

As soon as the first notes of "When I was your man" by Bruno Mars started playing she chuckled sadly and rested her forehead on his started slow dancing to the song and to Felicity's delight the man holding her not only was a great dancer but he led her well enough that she was dancing pretty well too.

"Any ex-boyfriends I should worry about?" he asked and Felicity looked up at him surprised.

"Huh?"

"You chuckled when you heard the song," he pointed out.

"Oh, no. No ex-boyfriends. I mean, I've had boyfriends before but it's a little odd how one moment you see that person all the time and are so in love and then suddenly you have nothing in common with them and then you break up and just lose touch after being so close and-" she cut herself off, realizing she was starting to ramble, "No, no relevant ex-boyfriends. There hasn't been anyone for a while if that's what you were asking."

"It wasn't exactly but I'm glad all the same that there isn't anyone."

She blushed again and smiled, ignoring his comment. "I just like this song. I used to have this bad habit... maybe I still do... to let people take me for granted. This song reminds me not to settle for someone who doesn't appreciate me or making me happy."

"I can't imagine how someone could take you for granted," he told her softly.

"Oh, they can quite easily," she snorted. "Besides, you don't really know me. I may not be all that you imagine."

He tilted his head while still slow dancing, "I doubt that. You're obviously so full of life; you shine. There is a spark in you."

She rolls her eyes and coyly shakes her head, "Since you like honesty, I'm calling you on your bullshit right now."

"No bullshit," he insist. "Just telling things the way I see them."

Felicity cleared her throat and tried to change the subject, "So, are you new to this? I don't think I've seen you in other functions."

"Actually, I'm not from Starling. I'm just here on business."

"Oh," she paused. "How long are you staying?"

"A few days. It depends on how business go."

"I hope it goes well," she offered politely.

"It wouldn't be too bad if it took a few extra days," he replied, smiling at her.

She looked up at him and grinned, "No, it wouldn't."

Suddenly his cell started beeping and he took it from his inside pocket, checking it before informing her, "I'm sorry but I have to go." He paused, "Though, I would love to have dinner with you while I'm in town."

"I'm usually busy at night," she told him honestly, but soon realized it sounded as if she was rejecting him and added, "But I'd love to have coffee with you."

He gave her a bright smile and said playfully, "Great. Now I just need your name and number."

She rolled her eyes at herself, blushing harder, "Of course. I'm Felicity, here's my card," she said handing him a business card she was used to handing out when she went to functions as Oliver's EA and had forgotten in her clutch.

"Fancy card. I'll give you a call tomorrow?" he asked for permission.

She nodded with a smile, "Sure. But I still don't know your name."

"I'm sorry," he said, offering her a hand, "I'm Bruce."

"Bruce?" she repeated. "It's a little uncommon. The only Bruce I've heard about is Bruce Wayne but it's obviously not-" she cut herself mid-sentence as she took a better look at him and then swallowed hard.

Bruce gave her a weak smile, "Would it really be that bad if I'm Bruce Wayne?"

She blinked a couple of times, "Yes." However, at the surprised look at his face she shook her head, "I mean, no. Of course not. It's just I'm not used to going to coffee dates with billionaires. Not that I think having coffee together means it's a date. I have coffee with plenty of people and it's not a date. We are just friends. Not that I'm implying we're friends. After all, we barely know each other-"

Bruce touched her arm to get her attention and as soon as her eyes met his she stopped talking. He smiled, "Felicity, I'd be delighted to go on a coffee date with you. I'll call you tomorrow to set the details. Now, I really have to go," he told her before getting closer and kissing her cheek. "Enjoy the rest of the night," he told her and then disappeared into the crowd as Felicity watched him go, touching where he kissed her on the cheek.

A/N: Hey guys!

Thank you so much for the reviews! I'm so touched you cannot imagine!

When I heard "When I was your man" by Bruno Mars this week I was like "This is the song for Spark!" and got some ideas of how the story should feel like, if that makes any sense to you. I'm pretty excited about it.

This was the chap I had most fun writing so far even if I had to re-write part of it. Anyways, I think writing Felicity/Bruce will be quite a delight.

As always, please, review and let me know what you think!

Reviews are what motivate me to write!