Not so hypothetically, but actually, a date
aka, what could have happened if Chase’s minions had been so kind as to hold off on their kidnapping spree an extra 24 hours
for my friends on twitter who told me I should write this and know I can’t say no to them :)
psa: this is unbeta-ed and it’s past my bedtime, so read at your own risk of grammatical errors lol
Felicity opened her refrigerator in search of the leftover takeout she could’ve sworn was still in there somewhere. To her dismay, all she was greeted with was mostly empty shelves. She was not a big grocery shopping person to begin with, and with everything they had been dealing with over the past couple of weeks, she couldn’t remember the last time she pushed a cart through those fluorescent lit aisles.
“How did Oliver manage to be the Green Arrow and keep our refrigerator stocked,” she muttered to herself as she checked a container of yogurt to discover it had expired months ago.
Her eyes caught the box from Oliver’s party the night before and she slid it out, remembering that there had been a few leftover slices of cake. They were on summer break after all, so cake was an acceptable dinner… right?
She was debating eating it straight from the box versus preserving some of her dignity and getting a plate when she remembered that she didn’t have to spend her evening sitting at her counter eating cake alone.
Setting the box down and reaching for her phone, she hit her first number on speed dial and waited while it rang. Which wasn’t a long wait since he picked up before the first ring had finished.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes… Am I only allowed to call when I’m in danger?” she teased.
There was a pause. “Well, no I just—“
“Do you want to come over tonight?” She needed to get the words out before he gave her enough time to talk herself out of it. She could practically see his eyebrow rise in that way it did when she said something that could have multiple interpretations and she hastily added, “There’s just leftover birthday cake and I was about to eat it but I realized that you should probably get dibs on it since it was for your birthday.” And also, I just really want to see you. “I promise this isn’t a ruse. But if you’re busy I understand and—”
“No,” he interrupted her. “No I’m not busy. I’m just finishing up at City Hall and then I can be right over.”
The corners of her mouth flicked up in a small smile at the eagerness he was trying so hard and yet failing to hide in his voice.