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The cheer of the crowd was deafening as the Starling City Rockets pushed into the lead against Central City.
“Let’s go Rockets!” Felicity shouted, pumping her fist in the air and smiling as she watched her favorite player fly across the court and score again. Yes, baby, that is how you score! Now let’s finish this and bring home a win!
The sound of chuckling to her left broke Felicity’s internal celebration. Oh, God. Please tell me I didn’t say that out loud.
“You did, but it’s okay. I thought it was pretty funny.”
“I’m so sorry. I have no filter,” Felicity said turning to look at her neighbor. Oh no. Not only can I not keep my mouth shut, but my filter has failed in front of Oliver Queen.
Even with a Starling City Rockets hat on his head, there was no mistaking the identity of the man next to her who happened to be the richest guy in Starling City and her boss. Well, her boss’s boss’s boss.
“Really, it’s no problem,” Oliver said with a grin. “Besides, it’s great to see someone actually enjoying the game,” he said, nodding towards the man to Felicity’s right before turning his attention back to the game.
“Oh…yeah…” Felicity said, her words trailing off as she looked to her right.
Her boyfriend Sam’s head was bowed and he was focused on his phone, completely oblivious to what was going on around him. As Felicity looked at him, she couldn’t help but feel…annoyed. Or maybe she felt disappointed? No, it was definitely annoyed. When her friend Callie had fixed them up two months earlier, Felicity had had high hopes for Sam. He was nice, funny, an engineer with similar nerdy interests, and she genuinely liked him. But…something was just…off. Especially lately. He had an aloofness that she hadn’t noticed at first and tonight alone he had looked more at his phone than he had looked at her.
“Hey,” she said bumping her shoulder against his, “are you having fun?”
“Hmm?” He said, not looking up from his phone.
Taking her hand and placing it over the phone, Felicity said, “I asked if you were having fun.”
“Oh, yeah, lots of fun,” Sam said smiling, finally forced to tear his eyes away from his phone.
Felicity’s smile in return didn’t quite meet her eyes, as she doubted the truth of his words.
“It’s just that you seem distracted. Is everything alright?” she asked.
“Everything’s fine,” Sam said with a bit of a huff, squeezing her hand and turning his attention to the court.
Not wanting to get into it there, Felicity tried to push her annoyance/disappointment out of her mind and turned her attention back to the game.
****
As soon as the words left his mouth, Oliver cringed. Of course his neighbor was there with the man to her right.
“Sorry about that,” Oliver said with a slight grimace when she finally turned her attention back to the game.
“Oh, for what?” Felicity asked glancing in his direction as the crowd groaned with Central City’s latest basket.
“I didn’t mean to make fun of your boyfriend,” Oliver said, nodding in Sam’s direction.
Looking at Sam, whose attention was once again focused on his phone, Felicity couldn’t help the slight tone of bitterness as she said, “Don’t worry about it. Really.”
Oliver couldn’t help but feel for her since her boyfriend was either completely uninterested in sports or was just a complete jerk. He had a feeling that it was the latter.
“I’m Oliver by the way, Oliver…” he said lifting his hat up a bit, removing some of the shadow from his face.
“Queen,” Felicity finished, before turning red at her interruption. “Sorry! I, uh, I know who you are…I, um, I work at QC. In the IT Department…” she rambled. “I’m Felicity by the way, Felicity Smoak.”
“Nice to meet you Felicity,” Oliver said, holding out his hand to shake hers. “I’ve heard your name before. It’s nice to put a face to it. Walter has mentioned you. He’s a fan of your work.”
“Nice to meet you too, Mr. Queen,” Felicity said returning his handshake.
“Please, call me Oliver,” he said, looking down and realizing Felicity’s hand was still in his.
Suddenly, cheers erupted around them as the Rockets scored again and he felt Felicity abruptly pull her hand from his and look back towards the court.
****
Placing her hand in her lap, Felicity tried to ignore the tingly feeling shaking Oliver Queen’s hand had sent up her arm. Stop it Smoak. Totally inappropriate.
Fifteen minutes later, Felicity cheered with the rest of the Starling fans as the team’s newest player scored a 3-point shot. She glanced up at the scoreboard, smiling to see the Rockets were more than 18 points in the lead as half time quickly approached.
Just about to glance back at the court, Felicity was suddenly met with an image of herself on the screen, the words ‘Kiss Cam’ written in pink above her head.
Oh, frack. Felicity thought, feeling herself turn red.
“Sam,” she said looking at her boyfriend and nudging him with her elbow.
“Huh?” Sam said, not looking at her.
“Sam!” Felicity said, nudging him harder.
Finally, Sam looked up and glanced to the screen where she was pointing.
As if she wasn’t embarrassed enough, his response of “Nope, not going to happen” definitely cemented her humiliation.
To make matters worse, people were noticing what was happening and the Kiss Cam was not moving off them.
Oh, God, why can’t I just magically disappear right now?
Abruptly, hands were encasing her cheeks as her lips were engulfed in a firm, prolonged kiss.
Felicity barely had time to register the cheers, catcalls and clapping around her as a warm tingling feeling suffused her entire body.
All too quickly the kiss was over, the crowd had quieted, and she found herself staring into the startlingly blue eyes of Oliver Queen.