"Goddammit!" Felicity cried out as she twisted the knob over and over and nothing happened. Finally she just gave up and slapped at her shower curtain in anger.

Starling City had been suffering from a heat wave for almost two weeks now and until today, the only relief Felicity had was taking a cold show after work each day. That is, until her cold water knob suddenly stopped working.

"Whhhaaaaaaaa." Felicity whined, sitting on the lid of her toilet with her head in her hand. She knew she could always take a sponge bath in the sink, because that knob worked, but she knew that wouldn't give her nearly the same relief. So she got up, stripping off her pencil skirt and pastel pink blouse and tossed them on her bed as she walked past her room. Walking into the kitchen in just her bra and panties she made her way to the fridge, opening up her freezer for a popsicle.

That was how Oliver found her, when he walked into her apartment twenty minutes later. Standing in front of her fridge, her back leaning against the open door jam, her hand on her hip and a popsicle in her mouth, her eyes closed.

"Um, am I interrupting something?" He asked from the kitchen doorway, his eyebrow cocked. He was starting to worry that he had walked in on her in the middle of some date thing.

Felicity's eyes flew open and she pulled the popsicle out of her mouth so quickly she almost choked. She looked at him, in his normal suit and tie attire, and then down at herself in her mismatched bra and panties and groaned.

"Look, Oliver. Normally this would make me want to die. And it very well may haunt my nightmares for months to come. But right now, I couldn't care any less if I tried." She said simply, popping the icy treat back into her mouth.

"Um, excuse me?" He asked with a laugh.

"It's hot. It's hot outside. My office is hot. The Foundry is hot. I'm dying here. My building's a/c burnt out days ago, my car's a/c has never worked and today my cold water finally decided to give out on me. It's like some huge cosmic joke and frankly I am too hot to care about much of anything. I don't even care what it is that you're doing here, in my apartment without knocking or even calling first. And I sure as hell don't care to carry on some babbling awkward 'oh God my vigilante boss is seeing me almost naked' thing. I just want to stand here with my ice pop and be left alone to puddle." She stepped back further into the cool embrace of the fridge as she ranted and closed her eyes. And Oliver just watched her, her body covered in a fine sheen of sweat and he smiled.

"The loft has really great a/c. In fact, it's a little too chilly for my taste. You can crash with me and Thea until you're building fixes the issues here." He said simply, shoving his hands into his pockets and trying to not talk to her breasts.

"Do I have to put on real clothes to get there?" Felicity asked, opening one eye, a small smirk on her lips.