Alya.exe was currently not working. Her brain had stalled as soon as the words hit her ears while her hands went to cover her mouth in shock. It wasn’t even a real, true proposal but her surprise was genuine and so was the embarrassment that flooded her cheeks. It was then, as her thoughts started whirling again, that she realized the eyes of other people in the cafe were lingering on them. Lingering on her for an answer.
Completely flustered, Alya’s hand went for Chloe’s to pull her outside. Meeting the morning air, Alya was leading her away from the café.
“Excuse you! Where are you taking me?” Chloé huffed sliding on her shades and large hat with her free hand, but making no motion to take back stolen appendage.
“We’re going somewhere private.” Alya responded, looking over her shoulder.
“So you’ll do it then?” Chloé questioned, brightly.
imagine if Oliver gets a tiny little apartment because he has no money and when felicity visits to give him mission information and whatnot suddenly it’s really intimate because it’s this tiny little place with everything he deemed important enough to keep with him and it’s actually HIS
and he’s really embarrassed when he has to ask her to show him how to use basic things like a dishwasher because he’s never had to in his life
and maybe they end up eating ice cream on his crappy sofa bed and she shows him how to make hot chocolate with the cheap powdery stuff he bought at the supermarket because he’s only ever had rich people hot chocolate and he’s really apologetic because he feels everything is inadequate and she teases him about having to do his own laundry now but really felicity is proud of his ability to make do with what he’s got and it’s fluffy and cute and oh no what have i done where is the fic someone do the fic thing pls