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Prompt: 'Alone With You'

Alone With Him

She was running late but really it wasn't her fault. The two girls in front of her were taking forever to order and by the looks of it, they were training two new people. When she finally got her order, she moved quickly, not even glancing at the time. He wasn't going to be too thrilled that she was late. But then again, he was probably too busy with her to notice anything.

She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts because really, she's already spent way too much time thinking about that and it never let to anything good. She had just gotten through the doors when someone smacked into her. Being who she was, she stumbled and fell, along with her coffee that sloshed everywhere.

"Gee, You should watch were you're going." She cursed as the liquid burned her skin.

"I'm so sorry." The guy apologized and by the sound of it, he was sincere. "Are you okay?"

He held out a hand for her but she ignored it. When she got up, she was preparing to give him a scolding that he wouldn't forget but one glance at him and it died on her lips. Channing and Brad had nothing on him. He was drop dead gorgeous.

"I'm s-sorry." She stuttered, trying to focus.

He gave her a smile and she noticed a dimple on his cheek. "There's no need. If anything, I should be apologizing to you."

"It's fine, nothing landed on my dress and I've suffered far worse burns than this. You should've see the burn I got when I was eleven. I tried to cook breakfast for my mom and you really don't need to hear this. So, I'm going to stop talking now." She said, cursing her mouth.

He chuckled, his cheeks lifting and crinkling the edges around his emerald eyes. "No, it sounds interesting. Care to tell me it over another cup of coffee? Considering I just ruined yours."

At any other time in her life, she would've gladly excepted but this wasn't any other time. "As tempting as that offer is and believe me, it's tempting, I can't."

He took it graciously, and she wondered what the hell was wrong with her for turning him down. "Well, maybe some other time then?"

She grinned, "Yeah, another time."

He got out a pen and her took a napkin from her hands, writing something down. It was then when she took the time to appreciate his choice of clothing. She was curious to know how he could pull that off, a look that made him seem influential, yet not pretentious.

"Hope to see you again." He told her, as he handed her napkin back to her.

"Maybe you will." She responded flirtatiously, not really knowing where that came from.

They gave each other one last glance before he walked through the doors of the coffee shop. She was almost certain that she looked like a Cheshire Cat but she didn't care. For the first time in a long while, she felt happy, giddy even. She frowned because in spite of all that, she never got his name. She then peaked at the napkin in front of her and the grin was back on her face. He had given her his name and number along with a message saying, "For if you ever change your mind."

She walked back to the brand new Queen Consolidated with a skip in her step. She hummed a tune, as the elevator made its way up to the her floor. But when she reached his office, her mood dampened. They were kissing. She used that word to describe it but really it should've been more along the lines of 'attacking each other's faces'. She caught Diggle's gaze from the other side of the room and let out a soft chuckle at his reaction.

She sat down at her desk, ruffling through a stack of papers. It had been almost two months since the incident at her house. Meaning almost sixty days had gone by where they had been trying to find their footing. Even now, they were still trying to move away from that. It had been extremely tense and uncomfortable those first few weeks but then they gradually morphed back into before, except they didn't. She knew that it probably wouldn't ever be like before but she's had some time to come to terms with it. She has no choice but to except the situation at hand and try to deal with it in whatever way possible. Because what she figured out that awful first week after the 'incident' was that despite her personal feelings towards Oliver, they had a job to do. A job that was a lot bigger and much more important than their personal problems.

As the lunch break ended, Laurel left and Diggle walked out behind her. Only her and Oliver remained and that wasn't the most spectacular thing in the world. Because despite her taking the high road and despite them not talking about what happened that night, things were still a little tense. In the last two months, she's come to learn that she doesn't like being alone with him anymore. It's another thing that she has to adjust to, she thinks to herself. He gives her a nod when he catches her looking his way, it had been his way of greeting her lately. In return, she would give him a small wave. And really, the entire exchange is just a testament to how awkward they've let themselves become around each other.

The past two months had been like hell and she deserved a break. That's why, two days later, she called Max and asked him if that offer was still on the table. Because if Oliver could live his life, as if he hadn't been affected, then she could damn well live hers properly too. Yeah, it had been a long couple of months and she didn't think that they were going to get shorter or better any time soon.

AN Wow, that's a lot of words for an hour. I thought that you guys deserved a lighter chapter and Felicity needs a date. And who knows, maybe there'll be a jealous Oliver in a couple of chapters. Anyways, I hope that you enjoyed this chapter and thanks for your feedback. :)