Felicity stood in the lobby of her apartment building, about to leave. She was nervous. She had the night off, Digg and Oliver were both at home, taking a well-deserved rest from all of the "arrowing" that they've been doing. Even though Felicity was exhausted as well, she had other plans. She was going on a date, her first in a long time.

Her date's name was Barry. He had short brown hair, he was tall, and had the greatest brown eyes she had ever seen, with a subtle green tint to them. Well, that's what he looked like in high school at least. In their teenage years, Barry was a star baseball player, and he wasn't too shabby at basketball either. He could've gotten any girl he wanted, but he never went for it. Felicity on the other hand was dubbed as the nerdy girl during high school. People thought she was beautiful, but always thought that she preferred to be alone and that she was weird. That was one of the reasons why she was so confused when Barry contacted her a few days ago. He told her that he was in town and wanted to catch up. She knew that he knew her name, but always thought that he would never be interested in her.

Felicity walked out of the lobby and onto the sidewalk, where she and Barry were meeting. Felicity's outfit was simple, but classy. She wore black skinny jeans, a light blue top to match her eyes, and tan heels. She even put in her contact lenses for the occasion.

"Felicity?" She heard from behind her.
"Barry? Hey! How are you?" Felicity responded, hoping she wouldn't start to babble first thing.
"I've been great! You look beautiful." Barry complimented.

Felicity blushed the color of roses. Even though he could sometimes be a dick during high school, she knew that he was polite, and that he was brought up well and knew how to treat a lady. Felicity took the compliment, knowing that it boosted her confidence a little.

She and Barry were going to a new restaurant that opened in Starling. It wasn't anyplace too fancy, but it wasn't a place that you could show up to in sweatpants and a t-shirt.

Felicity had taken in her date's appearance, noticing that he still had the same heavenly mix of brown and green eyes, and his hair looked exactly the same. His teeth were white, unstained, and perfectly aligned for a smile that would knock people off their feet.

Soon the two were off to the restaurant.

"So, Felicity, what have you been up to since high school?" Barry wondered.

Ha! If only he knew. Felicity thought to herself, referring to her secret job.

"Well, I was an IT person at Queen Consolidated, but now I'm the executive assistant to the CEO, Mr. Queen." Felicity obviously only told him half of it, seeing as she could get arrested for working with the Arrow.

"That's great!" Barry said, no judgment or suspicion in his eyes about her strange change in job positions.

Too soon for her liking, Felicity and Barry's date ended, and Barry walked her home, they said their goodnights, and he left after telling her that they should meet up again. Felicity agreed now eagerly awaiting their next date.

The blonde went into the lobby of her building, and took the elevator to her apartment. On the way up, Felicity couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. She shook her head, telling herself that she was just being paranoid with Slade running free around Starling.

Felicity opened her door, struggling a little bit with her key, but as soon as she walked in, she noticed that her living room lights were on. Felicity Smoak never left the lights on, she couldn't afford the extra money on her electric bill.

Felicity went on guard mode, her left hand going to her back pocket for her cell phone, while her right hand traveled to a vase on her shelf that held photos of all her happy memories. Felicity then stalked to her living room, her finger on the number on her cell phone to speed dial Oliver just in case, and the vase held above her head if she had to strike. But as soon as Felicity stepped foot in the room, she froze. There, sitting on her couch, not even ten feet away from her, was the one and only Slade Wilson.