(7. things you said while we were driving)
“Are you nervous?”
Sara looked over at Leonard after he asked the question. Another mile marker passed by his window as she did so. Up ahead of them, a big rig cut off a minivan, which set off a loud honk from the driver. Sara returned her eyes back to the road ahead to pay attention.
“If I’m being honest, a little,” she confessed. “I don’t know how Dad’s going to react to this news, or which part of it is going to throw him through a loop the most.”
“Well, your mother took it well and she lives in Central City,” Leonard reminded her.
“My mother is a completely different person than my father,” Sara replied as she signaled to pass a car. “She’s also not involved in the hero operations. Mom still thinks that you were actually traveling the world while I was traveling through time. She doesn’t know that you were dead for months.”
He nodded. “Fair point. She also wasn’t armed.”
“My father won’t shoot you,” Sara paused. “Probably.”
She smirked. “I’ll protect you if I have to, and I can call ahead to ask Oliver to check him for weapons.”
Leonard seemed satisfied with that. “Does your father even know that I came back to life?”
“Oh yeah, Felicity spilled the beans to him on that,” Sara laughed at the memory of the call she’d had with the blonde babbler. “Dad said there needs to be a club for those who’ve come back from the dead.”
“Too many people would be in that club,” Leonard uttered.
Sara nodded in agreement. “We could get a discount on t-shirts probably.”
That made him crack a small smile. Sara reached over with her hand and gave his a squeeze. If she hadn’t come back to life, she would have never met Leonard. Had Leonard not been resurrected via the harebrained scheme of Nate and Mick, then neither or them would be in this place right now.
“So onto another question,” Sara said as she placed her hand back on the steering wheel, the diamond on her ring flashing briefly with the movement. “Does one of us tell him we’re engaged, or do you think he’ll see the ring first?”
“I don’t think we’ll have to say a peep,” Leonard shrugged. “Your old man was a detective. He’ll spot the ring within a minute.”
“Good point,” Sara nodded. “If not, then that’s just another point in favor of the argument that he needs to start wearing his glasses more.”