Felicity woke up hurting all over. She hadn't had that much to drink in a really long time and there was a good reason for that. But based on what she could remember from last night, it had been fun, regardless of the consequences.

When she first heard the banging she thought it was just her head but then she realized it was coming from the front door. She opened it to find Oliver with a cup of coffee in each hand.

"I just wanted to check on you." He said. "Can I come in?" She opened the door wider so he could follow her in.

"Is one of those for me?" She pointed to the coffee. He handed her one. It was rich and creamy and just what she needed. "Thanks." She mumbled.

"You know you can't hold your liquor very well."

"Yeah thanks. It's kind of a curse. I didn't by chance say anything I might not have meant right?"

"Well you did say something about me being gorgeous."

"I did not!"

"You did!"

"No I didn't. Why would I say that?"

"Why would you lie?"

"What do you mean why would I lie? Are you really that full of yourself?"

"Maybe I am but you're the one that said it."

"Ugh I am not having this conversation with you. Thanks for the coffee, but I've got a lot of stuff to do today and none of it involves you."

She was lying. She had no plans for the day. In fact she considered going back to bed for a few hours, maybe making some pancakes later, and then probably just surf the internet for good deals on patio furniture. But he didn't need to know any of that. She already probably told him more last night than she ever should have.

"Well if you're sure." He said, his perfect smile faltering just a bit. "I'll be on my way then."

She closed the door behind him, her eyes shut tight as if it would stop her head from pounding. She tried to convince herself it was only the hangover but deep down she knew better than that. Oliver Queen was trouble. So what if he took her home last night when she was drunk, and then checked on her in the morning with coffee, exactly the way she liked? He didn't do it because he's trying to be a good neighbor. He's doing it because he wants to get in her pants. Felicity had fallen for many guys exactly like that, but she couldn't do it again. Not even if he WAS gorgeous.

"So how's it go with the girl?" Tommy asked. He had stayed over at Olivers after the party like he had done every time since they've been friends. He helped him plan the party, he enjoyed the crap out of the party, and then he stayed to clean up the mess.

"She's cracking." Oliver said. "She doesn't want to but she is. Sooner or later she'll give in."

"And then what are you going to do? You're neighbors Oliver. If you just have a fling and never talk again it would be the awkwardest thing ever to have to see her every day. You said it yourself, you respect the fact that she just broke up with someone, so I mean, what happens next? What's your endgame?"

"Well hopefully 3 kids and a nice house with a white picket fence. Maybe a dog."

"You're serious? Oliver that's crazy talk. You? Kids?"

"Its not crazy Tommy. It's time to grow up. Felicity is exactly the kind of girl I've always wanted. Maybe I didn't see it until I met her, but its true. That's the kind of life I want to lead."

"Well I hate to break it to you Oliver, but I don't think she's interested in that. She doesn't even seem to like you very much..."

"Yes she does. She's just scared. I probably remind her of her ex boyfriend or something. But I'll show her what I'm really like. Its going to take time though. She needs to trust me. And I know how to make her."

Tommy knew better than to ask how. Oliver had always come up with these crazy plans that he never thought through enough to explain them to others.

"So what'd you say to her this moening anyway? I swore I heard yelling."

"I told her she called me gorgeous last night."

"Did she?"

"Nope. But I really made her believe that she did, and she was not happy. She said I was full of myself, which I suppose isn't entirely a lie but it hurt coming from her. So maybe that wasn't the right way to go with her, but it really made her think. She had that "Oh shit did I say that out loud?" face. So what if she didn't say it, she thought it."

"How can you be so sure?"

"I don't know, I just... I know okay. It's Felicity. She's different."

"If you say so. Now give me a hand. This is your mess anyway."

"It was your party too."

"Your apartment, your music, your booze, your mess."

"Fine, fine. Hand me the broom will you?"