Felicity awakens with an ache in her head and her phone buzzing incessantly. She groans as she stretches across the king size bed toward the side table, covering the glowing screen with her palm. She opens one eye as she attempts to lower the brightness of the screen, then brings it close to her face to find multiple messages awaiting her. She can't bring herself to peruse them without being in her wide-awake-mode. She groggily leaves the bed, finding the room freezing. She rushes over to the A/C unit and turns it off, then slips her feet into her sock monkey slippers. She opens the blackout curtains and finds the morning sunlight welcoming despite how painful it is to her unacclimated eyes.

She walks to the restroom. She switches the light on and finds herself in her pajamas. How did I get in these? How did I get into my room? As she takes care of her morning business, she sweeps through her memories of the night before, catching snapshots of conversations and actions. She vaguely recalls stumbling into the room with Roy and Oliver at her heels, unwilling to leave her alone until she was safely prepared for bed. She glances down at the bathroom floor and finds her clothes from the night before in a lumpy pile on the tile. She recalls looking in the mirror and laughing at her hair and smudged eyeliner. "Jeez..."

She washes her hands and face, then brushes her teeth. She slips on her glasses and moves back out into the room, hopping onto the bed. She grabs her phone and begins scrolling through her text messages.

Caitlin: OMG I still can't believe you're friends with Oliver Queen!

- 7:13am

Roy: I know you'll be sleeping late, but here's a video of your drunken shenanigans last night.

-8:26am

She opens the attachment with one eye closed, as if that can keep half of the embarrassment away. She watches as she dances about the room in her pajamas, repeatedly asking if they're filming: "You better be filming this!" In the background she hears Roy and Oliver both laughing and telling her she needs to get some rest. Finally she jumps onto the bed and is almost instantly snoring. Oliver reaches over her and pulls the blankets up, covering her up to her neck. He looks up at the camera and smiles, giving Roy a thumbs up before the video ends.

Felicity groans. "Why would I want them to film me!?"

She leaves the video and goes to her other messages. The rest are uninteresting. Her agent reminding her of the panel. Her mom wishing her luck and saying how proud she is. More freak outs from Caitlin. Then she reaches the final messages... the ones that had woken her up. She sees the name and can't help but smile.

Oliver Queen

"He must have put his number in my phone."

She opens the messages and instantly feels waves of more embarrassment, excitement and nervousness.

Oliver Queen: Good morning! Since you forced your number into my phone last night, I figured I'd do the same. But I didn't have to take it out of your pocket to do it.

-10:30am

Oliver Queen: I am letting you know that you will soon receive a knock on your door. It will be room service. I've ordered you a fantastic hangover breakfast to get your day started.

-10:31am

Oliver Queen: And before you protest, it is already ordered. Just enjoy it. And don't worry about paying me back or anything - It is my pleasure. Enjoy your day. Hope to see you around the Con.

-10:32am

Felicity simply stares at the words, running them over and over. The idea of Oliver Queen caring enough to order room service for her will not sink in. "Holy shit."

With that, a knock sounds on the door and she jumps up, excited to see what he might have ordered her. She thanks the server, giving him a small tip before he exits the room, leaving her with a cart full of deliciousness. There's a bowl of mixed fruit: strawberries, mangoes, blackberries and raspberries. There's a picture perfect chocolate chip muffin. There's a gloriously big pot of coffee and multiple flavor packets to add to each cup refill. There's a glass of orange juice, a bottle of water and then, finally, a small bottle of aspirin. Seeing it reminds her of the pain in her head and she twists the cap off, taking two with a swig of water.

Beneath the bottle of aspirin, she finds a handwritten note. She admires each letter and word, then finally reads it with comprehension.

To get you in tip-top shape for your panel today. You'll be wonderful, and I'm certain there will be zero word-vomit escaping your mouth today! -OQ

She reads it a few times and can't fight back the silly smile spreading across face. She sits down at the table and nibbles at the muffin, enjoying each chocolatey bite. Finally she loses her calm and starts giggling. "I can't seriously be this lucky..."

She stands backstage with Roy, listening and blushing as he tells their co-stars all about their evening with Oliver Queen. She keeps her eyes down and fidgets with the structured frill on her dress, eyeing each stitch. She can hear the crowd out in the event hall; what might sound like normal chatter with just two people multiplied by six thousand. The sound is deafening. Was it that loud yesterday? She can't recall hearing such a rumble of voices.

"I still can't believe he invited John Diggle! That man is a beast..." Roy has their co-stars eating out of the palm of his hand with his tale. "I wish I could get that buff."

"You're too lazy for that," Felicity murmurs, and she looks up to catch a glare from Roy before he moves on to describe more of their night, complete with Felicity's margarita guzzling.

It is a godsend when the moderator begins introducing the panel. The producers are called out first, then supporting cast. Felicity waits as the moderator teases her arrival even though everyone knows who from the cast is left. She opens Instagram on her phone, turning on the video feature.

"Let me hear you scream for Felicity Smoak!" the moderator exclaims and she goes out onto the stage, hitting the record button. She waves to the screaming room, unable to keep the excitement from her face. She takes her seat beside Roy, snapping a quick selfie with him before the panel begins.

"I'd like to start out by saying that season two was a fantastic ride!" The crowd cheers, forcing the moderator to raise his arm to call for silence. "How early on did you know that so many of the characters would die in the end?" he continues, directing the question to the producers.

They look at one another and laugh lightly. "Well," one begins, leaning toward the mic. "It was a decision we made at the end of season one, actually. We knew our main character needed more of a push, something that would help her understand the importance of her work and mission. So it seemed only natural to take away her major support system and those with whom she relied so heavily." They glance over at her and she returns their smiles. "And we knew we had a truly capable actress to take on such emotionally intense scenes."

The crowd cheers again, and Felicity blushes. Well, at least I know I did it well...

"Felicity," the moderator faces her, grinning. "What's it like playing one of the most badass women in television?"

"It's awesome," she says. "It is great to play a character who is tough and extremely intelligent. If she weren't intelligent and so tech-savvy, I might not have been interested in the role at all. That part of her character is my favorite part."

"How much of the computer lingo is real and how much is made up?"

Felicity can't help but laugh at this question. "It's all real," she answers simply. When the moderator doesn't continue, she elaborates. "I have a degree in computer engineering so I often correct the writers or improvise when something is not correct."

This brings a murmur from the crowd that silences Felicity. No one likes hearing that an actress is also smart. Breaking the awkwardness is a thunderous cheer from the women in the crowd, sending a wave of pride through her. At least the women support me...

The moderator directs the questions at Roy, leaving Felicity to listen attentively. Halfway through Roy's answer, her phone vibrates in hand resting in her lap. She looks up, checking that all eyes are on Roy, then checks the message discreetly.

Oliver Queen: The fans who can't respect your intelligence are idiots.

-3:15pm

She looks around, trying to see past the spotlights and flashes from cameras, but she doesn't see him. Her fingers fly, typing a message with practiced quickness. She hits send.

Me: You're here... at the panel?

-3:15pm

"Felicity," the moderator says, glancing down at his notes. "Can you tease anything about this new season?"

She clears her throat in an attempt to calm herself. Oliver Queen is here... at the panel... Keep calm. He's just a guy... "Well, the death of her mother will definitely send her onto a quest for revenge. My only hope is that she can find a reason to find peace and acceptance."

Roy begins adding to the question, teasing that maybe their characters can help one another with that. As he speaks, her phone goes off once, then twice.

Oliver Queen: Of course I'm here!

-3:17pm

Oliver Queen: Maybe I can guest star as a reason for your character to find peace and acceptance...?

-3:17pm

Felicity stares down at the message, confused by his meaning. Dozens of different scenarios run through her head, dancing and flickering like candlelight. Did he just imply that he could play love interest for me? The thought brings a warm blush to her cheeks and she can't bring herself to answer him back; how does one respond to such things? She looks out at the audience, smiling and waving to fans seeking her attention. This keeps her mind away from inappropriate images.

"Okay, one last question before we turn it over to the fans," the moderator announces. "Whoever is willing to answer... Yesterday we were all shocked by Oliver Queen's interest in appearing on the show. Is there any plans to take him up on the offer? And if so, any ideas on who he could play?"

The producers chuckle in sync with one another. Then one leans forward. "We've begun discussing this... If it is possible, we'd love to have him. But, as of now, we have to ideas for him or any other guest stars outside of the first few episodes."

This causes an eruption of chants demanding Oliver Queen, and another text to Felicity's phone.

Oliver Queen: It appears the fans know what they want.

-3:22pm

She rolls her eyes without hesitation or care of who might notice, then sends her own message.

Me: I think someone's full of themselves.

-3:22pm

Fans line up behind a microphone on either side of the hall, ready with their questions. She attempts to keep her attention on each of the fans, knowing she would not have anything without their continued support. Each question focuses primarily on Felicity's character; some seek answers to unresolved plot points, some want to know her favorite line from season 2. She answers each one graciously, keeping them enthralled. She hopes her appreciation for their interest in her work shows in her answers.

"Okay, one last question," the moderator proclaims. Suddenly the hall is abuzz with chatter, gasps and fangirling screams. Felicity scans the room, finding the microphone and a very familiar tall, muscular person behind it, smiling.

"Hi," he says, and the audience erupts into cheers. "I have a question for Miss Smoak."

She can feel her face flooding with a powerful blush. Will this never end...? "Yes, Mister Queen?"

"Would you like to go to dinner with me," he begins, sending women into girlish chatter and swoons before he finishes the question: "...to discuss potential collaborations?"

She laughs loudly into the mic, unable to control the giddiness that has overcome her. She clears her throat and answers: "My people will get in touch with your people..."

The hall fills with thunderous laughter and she watches as Oliver's cheeks change color to mimic her own. With that obvious flirtation out of the way, the moderator thanks the cast and producers for a lively panel and photo ops begin.

The cast lingers backstage. Roy and a few of the female cast bombard Felicity with comments all center on Oliver Queen. "Felicity, how the hell did you get his attention like this?" one of the girls asks.

"Seriously, I have no idea!"

"Are you gonna go to dinner with him?" Roy asks, smirking his usual over-confident smirk. "You definitely played hard-to-get out there."

"I'd be stupid not to go," Felicity says, and everyone nods in agreement. "I just don't understand it. What makes me so special that he wants to be around me?"

"I think it's best not to question it and just enjoy it, girl!" one of the girls says with a giggle. "You're lucky."

They all part ways. Felicity heads out of the building and into a town car, quickly kicking out of her heels, thinking of Oliver Queen's regular use of such luxuries and wondering whether or not he's doing the same. She imagines him sitting in the back seat, grinning at his remarkable flirtation. His smugness makes her wonder if he's used the backseat of a town car for other activities. No! Stop it, Smoak! Not appropriate! she scolds herself.

As if hearing her thoughts, her phone goes off with a new message.

Oliver Queen: How about dinner tomorrow at 7pm in a secret location?

-4:02pm

She types quickly with shaking fingers.

Me: That depends. Were the potential collaborations you spoke of professional or personal?

-4:02pm

She waits for his answer, fidgeting with her dress in an attempt to keep the previous images out of her head. Finally he answers.

Oliver Queen: Perhaps both. Depends on how the dinner goes.

-4:06pm

The possibilities begin to overwhelm Felicity as the car pulls up to her hotel and she enters the lobby, swinging her shoes back and forth like a child. She can't remember the last time she felt such intense euphoria, but it washes over her and keeps her grinning like a fool. She knows she should be wary. She knows she should be confused. But right now she can only think of how amazing a one-on-one dinner with Oliver Queen might be. She reaches the elevator and pushes the button then wait, rocking back on her heels. She allows the images she had kept safely away to flash across her mind in a cascade, but she keeps her skepticism up and strong. THe elevator doors open and she steps in. As it ascends, she types a message. Just as she reaches her floor, she hits send, unable to keep a giggle from escaping her lips.

Me: Then have your people send my people specifics.

-4:11pm