Not According to Plan

He entered the restaurant and if anyone had noticed, his posture changed. No longer was the man Oliver Queen- billionaire business mogul, but Oliver Queen, boyfriend, who was late for a date with his girl. He was greeted by the host with a warm and welcoming wave. "Welcome back Oliver." The young Italian man spoke as he looked at his watch.

"I know, I know," he laughed as he made his way to where she was. He moved through the tables with purpose. The restaurant was packed, all locals to the neighbor hood. Chloe and Ollie had been coming so frequently they were practically part of the family. It was a mom and pop Italian restaurant, Ollie's favorite kind of place. The room itself wasn't big but it was very quaint. It had a central seating area and then the walls were aligned with booths and each was themed for a different place in Italy. Each booth also had a red velvet privacy curtain.

The tables had that classic checker board table cloth and a single flower in a vase to decorate; simple and elegant. The booth they always enjoyed was a landscape of the Venetian country side. He snagged a white linen napkin and from one of the tables as he made to the corner table, he slipped it over his forearm as if he worked there and approached the beauty sitting alone sipping on a glass of red wine.

"Pardon, miss, is the table to your satisfaction?" he asked.

"Its alright, I thought I was getting the best seat in the house." She spoke dryly.

"It's not?"

"No, the booth although very romantic is missing something. I was just getting ready to leave."

"Really? Sorry to hear that" he spoke leaning in very close to her. "Is there anything I can do to change your mind?" She bit her lip and leaned toward him and whispered in his ear. He smiled and slid in next to her, "I think I can do all of that." He smiled kissing her cheek. "And then some."

"Oh really" she kissed him on the lips. "I'll hold you to it."

"How about I just hold you?" He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her to him. He then reached for the cord to the privacy curtain. He then turned and kissed her properly.

"Sorry I'm late," he enjoyed the sensation of her leaning against his chest.

"It's ok, remember a deal is a deal though," she looked up at him smiling.

"Absolutely, do you want to tell me where you want to go or just the number for my pilot?" He squeezed her and the curtain was pulled back by the owner.

"He showed up eh Chloe?"

"Yea, Vinnie he did."

"You know my son would make an honest woman out of you." The owner of the restaurant spoke.

"Hey, I'm sitting right here." Oliver interjected smiling. He then looked at his friend's face and Chloe asked before he could.

"What's up Vinnie?" The man looked worried and he kept looking at his watch.

"We are supposed to be having a rehearsal dinner in the banquet room and one of my servers called in sick. My son who was also supposed to work wanted to go on a date instead."

"Do you want some help?" Chloe asked. Oliver just looked at her. She gave him a what? Look.

"I couldn't ask that of you. You are my guests…." He looked at Oliver horrified that the suggestion was made in front of the billionaire. Ollie kissed the top of Chloe's head and slid out of the booth. He took his jacket off and set it on the seat. (Good thing he had his gifts locked up before he went to the restaurant, tonight wasn't the night. ) He held his hand out for Chloe and pulled her out of the booth. He hugged her and gave her a once over. She was wearing a white silk top with black pencil length skirt that hugged her curves. It was his favorite. She had on 4 inch heels. "Beautiful," he whispered in her ear.

He then turned to Vinnie as he removed his cuff links and put them in his pocket and rolled up his sleeves. He then loosened his tie.

"Who's asking? We volunteer." Chloe spoke smiling up at Oliver and then to the owner.

"Mama Mia! My wife, she was trying to find the number to cancel the reservation!." The couple laughed as the pudgy Italian man ran back into the kitchen. Oliver and Chloe went to the bar and found aprons.

"So what do you think rock, paper, scissors or the coin toss?" She asked as she tied her apron around her waist.

"I don't see why you have to do this every time." He spoke shaking his head. "You never win at either of them. Just let me serve the drinks."

"Oh no! Last time you were the bar tender remember how well that went?"

"You're the one that insisted we watch Cocktail one more time?"

"Enough you two!" Vinnie sighed 'ahh amore, when is he going to marry that one?' he thought. "I will serve the drinks. I don't want for there to be any fighting."

"What fighting?" They said in unison. The man just laughed as he and his recruited servers set up the banquet room. The party was a huge success, the party was huge and loud and very fun. Every now again Oliver would be stopped by a member of the wedding party and some one would say," You look like Oliver Queen? Or Are you Him?' He would only shrug and smile, "No not him I think he's taller." Oliver and Chloe were a hit as servers and they worked their tails off.

At the end of the night when all the dishes were done, Ollie, Chloe, Vinnie and his wife were sitting at the center table. Chloe had her heels off and her legs were draped across Ollie's lap and he was massaging her feet.

"Gratzi," the man kept repeating.

"Nothing to thank us for," Chloe spoke. "You have been so good to us that it's the least we can do."

"Absolutely!" Oliver piped in.

"But your date?" his wife spoke horrified that this billionaire had helped to serve tables.

"Gia," Oliver spoke. "Here? I'm just Oliver, I should be thanking you." The woman blushed. Chloe yawned and Oliver looked at his watch.

"Well I need to get this one home." He smiled. Chloe moved her legs and reluctantly slid her feet back into her shoes. She walked over to their booth and grabbed their stuff. She came back and handed him his coat. He stood and wrapped it around her. He reached into his pocket for his phone and called his driver. He had been just around the block. He had gone to see his family. "Have a good night" he spoke to the couple as he and Chloe walked hand in hand to the awaiting SUV. He opened the door for her and she climbed in. He entered sat next to her and shut the door.

"So how was your family, Ed?"

"Good, mama was making cannoli. She said she'd send some over to you tomorrow."

"She doesn't have to do that?" Oliver spoke. Chloe chuckled. He's never been comfortable with gratitude.

"She says she does and I don't argue with mama" the driver said.

"Good idea" Chloe interjected. Ed saw the look she was giving Oliver and tactfully pulled up the privacy screen.

"So about tonight? I know it's not what we planned,"

"You know what? It was the best date, definitely going on the highlight reel."

"What time do you have to be up in the morning?" he asked twining his fingers in hers.

"6…you?"

"Way to early." He smiled as he began to kiss her…..