That week at work and the foundry had been exhausting for Felicity. Oliver remained distant and cold, so Felicity did the same. At the office, they only talked about the company. At the foundry, Oliver never even showed up. Felicity and Diggle kept an eye out on the city, but nothing ever popped up that required Oliver.

Felicity had been miserable. She had gone through a pint of mint chip every night before bed. When she finally did get some sleep, she dreamed of Oliver. She dreamed of their date the night before everything changed. She dreamed of the different ways it could've ended if that bomb hadn't gone off. She knew she couldn't change things though. Oliver made up his mind about them, and she knew when he set his mind on something, he rarely changed it. Felicity just had to accept her and Oliver weren't going to happen.

So, with this in mind, she called Barry. She hadn't seen him since he got out of the coma and she knew they had some things to talk about. He told her he could come by tomorrow, which was a Saturday, so they could talk so they promised to see each other then and hung up the phone. She got into bed that night feeling sadder than ever. Not only could she not quit thinking about Oliver and how she felt she was betraying him by calling Barry, but she also felt like she was lying to herself. She knew Oliver would always be the one for her. Unfortunately, Oliver had made it clear the past week they weren't going to happen. It was time she moved on.

Felicity woke up the next day around noon. She had finally been able to catch up on the sleep she missed because of her late nights at the foundry and she definitely needed it. She ran some errands that she had to get done before Barry got there and that took up most of her day. When she got home at 5:00, she had a text from Barry telling her he would be there in about an hour. Felicity had just enough time to take a shower and get ready.

An hour later, as Felicity was putting the lasagna she had bought for them in the oven, she heard a knock at her door. She knew it was Barry, so she walked to the door with a skip in her step. This could all go terribly wrong, but she didn't care. Barry was a friend, and she knew that.

When she swung the door open, Barry stood there in his usual outfit. He was wearing blue jeans, a sweater, and his converse. She noticed he had gotten a little more buff since the last time she saw him and she immediately compared him to Oliver. Oliver was definitely the bigger man, but Barry had gotten quite the muscle in the last few months. If he kept going, he could get to Oliver's size.

Felicity realized she was ogling him and brought her eyes back up to his. He had a nice smile on his face and she returned it easily. He moved in to hug her and she returned it without hesitation. This is the way a friendship was supposed to be, she thought.

She invited him in and closed the door behind him, offering him a glass of wine. He accepted and followed her into her kitchen. When Felicity poured the wine and turned around to give it to Barry, she realized he had a distant look on his face. She was used to Oliver tuning out, but not Barry.

"Barry, is everything okay?" She asked him, handing him his wine.

He seemed to snap back to present time and took the glass from her and had a sip before answering, "Yeah, sorry. I've just had a lot going on since I woke up. I haven't seen you in so long. I've missed you."

Felicity smiled at him and had a sip of her wine. She thought about what he said carefully and said, "I've missed you, too. What's been going on? Do you wanna talk about it?"

Felicity knew the answer before he replied, but she had to ask. She was used to the men in her life not answering questions.

"No, that's okay. I'll be fine. So, how have things been going while I was out?" She knew he was trying to change the subject, but she didn't mind.

"Things have been… crazy to say the least." Felicity replied, not wanting to get into the details.

Barry shot her a small smile and went to the living room while she checked the lasagna. Why did she choose the food that took an hour to cook? "Way to go, Felicity." She muttered under her breath as she made her way to join Barry in the living room.

For the next hour, they talked about the easy things. Mainly work and Team Arrow, but Barry did mention Iris. Felicity had heard her name before but didn't press him about her when he mentioned her. She could tell he really cared for her, so it seemed like they both had something in common. They were with each other because they couldn't be with the people they really loved.

When dinner was ready, they ate in a comfortable silence, only speaking to say how good it was. Afterwards, they watched a movie. Felicity couldn't tell you which movie it was because her mind kept drifting to Oliver. She had thought being with Barry would help get her mind off of him, but it hadn't. It had only made things worse.

When the movie ended, Felicity stood and grabbed their empty wine glasses to put them in the kitchen. Barry cleared the table of their empty plates and put the lasagna in the fridge while Felicity went to the bathroom. Felicity heard a knock on her door and had no clue who it could be. Was it Diggle? Felicity immediately started to panic at the thought. The only reason Diggle would be here this late is if something happened to Oliver.

Felicity washed her hands and went to the living room to see Oliver standing there, glaring at Barry.

She knew this wouldn't end well.