Date: Ice Cream Shop
It wasn't the first date and it wasn't anything "special", and yet Oliver was still nervous as hell. He wanted to take Felicity out, and he thought she might enjoy something simple. But he was still nervous. He had called her up on the phone to ask her.
"Helloooo" She'd answered cheerfully, and it boosted Oliver's confidence.
"Felicity, tonight when we go out I was thinking we could do something simple… like ice cream and mini-golf." Oliver was barely keeping the nerves out of his voice. Of course he could face down criminals and enemies no problem, but talking to his girlfriend about their date night freaked him out.
"Of course we can. I'm sure it'll be great." He could feel the nerves leave his body.
"Great. I'll come get you around 7." They exchanged goodbyes and hung up.
It was around 6:45 when Oliver arrived outside Felicity's apartment. He was worried that he may be too early, but Felicity was standing just inside the door and came out within minutes. She was talking as soon as she opened the door. At first she was talking about some computer stuff, but as usual she slipped into rambling.
"Felicity." She quieted. "Ice cream and then mini golf okay?" She nodded. Oliver pulled away from the curb.
The drive to the ice cream shop was short, and luckily it wasn't even very busy. He couldn't understand why he had been worried about this, Felicity looked like she was really enjoying herself; sitting on the bench, working her way through a twist ice cream cone, with a knee pressed against his. He was still watching her when Felicity moved to bump her knee against him.
"Uhh… your ice cream is melting." Oliver glanced down to a half melted cone. He got up to throw the rest away and get a couple napkins, leaving a giggling Felicity on the bench. It wasn't long until they moved down the street to a little mini golf course.
Each of the holes were extraordinarily ridiculous and surprisingly challenging. The first couple were deceptively simple, but by the seventh hole the ball had to go around spirals like a freaking roller-coaster. Felicity was seemingly having as much trouble as him but by the end she was somehow ahead. Probably because of the damn hole with the bridge. Her ball had fallen into the water and ended up making a fucking hole-in-one.
They'd finished the game soon after and Oliver was kind of surprised at how well it all went. They were driving back home when Felicity reached over and grabbed his hand.
"Thank you Oliver. I had a good time." She squeezed his hand, and flashed him a smile. They reached her apartment just after that and he played on chivalry when he opened her door and led her up to her front step. Pulling her close to him, he pressed his lips against hers in a quick, hard kiss. He was backing up and preparing to go back to his car when Felicity spoke.
"Um…" She couldn't make eye contact. "Do you want to come in and have a drink?" Oliver smiled. Apparently there was something to be said for simple dates.