Shopping for furniture would be so much easier if there were less choices. Maybe she just picked the wrong store, but Felicity didn't want 10 different styles of bar stools that all come in 10 different colors. She just wanted something to sit on.

They of course had to be tall enough, and comfortable, but the rest wasn't important to her. Should she go with the black ones with the backs on them or the gray ones that spun? She kind of just wanted to get one of each and call it quits. But that would look kind of funny and there's really no reason to have mismatching furniture when you bought them new.

After nearly 20 minutes she went with the ones that spun because they seemed more fun. They were heavy though. She couldn't get them into her car by herself so she really didn't know how she was going to get them into her 4th floor apartment. At least there was still room in the car for patio furniture which she hadn't bought at that store because she couldn't find anything that would fit. It didn't need to be big, just a chair and a small table, but they didn't have anything like that and she didn't think she wanted to buy something bigger. Its not like someone else is going to sit out there with her anyway.p

After checking out 3 more stores and finding nothing she decided to just go home. There was plenty of time to look later. But when she got back to the apartment she remembered the problem with the stools.

After dragging one of them out if the back she simply stared at it in defeat. If she could just get it to the elevator maybe she could handle it. But that was so far away and dragging it along the concrete like that would surely leave marks. But she couldn't just pick it up.

"Need some help?" Oliver. She hadn't heard him come up behind her. He was holding a few bags full of groceries, party stuff. "They heavy?" He asked.

"No, I was just thinking they'd look so much nicer out here than in my kitchen." She replied sarcastically, turning to face him. She hoped he didn't notice the way her breath caught when she saw his face. "Yes they're heavy."

"Would you like some help?" He asked.

"Have at it."

He offered her his groceries which she took carefully. The way he picked up that stool made it look like it weighed about the same as a feather. He picked the other ones up with his other hand just as she felt a shiver down her spine. He was strong. Not strong like the guys that had helped her out at the store, where they were only doing it to prove themselves, but strong like it was actually easy for him. Guys like that were kind of her type. And they were trouble too. But all she had to do was pretend she didn't notice. Right?

"So have you changed your mind yet?" Oliver asked. When he saw her struggling in the parking garage he knew it was the perfect time to try and soften her up. Convince her to come to the party.

"What?" She seemed distracted. She was probably arguing with herself in her head. It seemed like the kind of thing she would do. She wanted to go to the party, But something was stopping her. If he could figure out what he woke be a lot happier.

"My party. Are you coming?"

"Oh." She quickly glanced up at him before looking at her feet once again. "I don't know. I don't really go to a lot of parties."

"You work tomorrow or something?"

"What? No. I was just gonna sit around all weekend."

"Well then I think you deserve to have a little fun tonight." He said. "Dancing, drinking, don't tell me that doesn't sound like fun to you."

"I'm not really a dancing person." She said. "And bad things usually happen when I drink."

"I wouldn't let anything bad happen to you."

She snorted. "Yeah I'm sure." She opened the door to her apartment so he could get in. It was a nice place. Smaller than his, but it was all the same. It probably only had one bedroom instead of two but otherwise everything was the same. He set the stools down by the bar. "Well thanks for the help." She handed him his groceries. "And I'll think about it okay?"

"You do that." He smiled. She was definitely getting to him. His whole plan to not sleep with the neighbors was slowly going out the window.