When Amelia stepped out of the car and stood outside the restaurant, she did not know what to expect.
Oliver had sent her the dress and shoes (how he knew her correct size, she didn’t know). He refused to tell her where they were going to meet or what was to happen, only left her a text, replying when the driver would be there to pick her up and to request her to wear the dress and shoes.
The dress was exquisite, though. Amelia did not want to even guess how much it cost. And of course...it was green, as though he was trying to advertise to the world that she was on a date with him.
She was nervous. They were from completely different worlds. Granted, they worked well together, and she did him charming when he wasn’t driving her crazy. But...what exactly did she offer him?
She turned back to thank the driver, who offered a polite smile and a wave before driving off, and Amelia took a deep breath, staring at the entrance once more. “Here goes...” she murmured to herself.
Amelia stepped inside and went to the seating host. “Hi,” she greeted him with a nervous smile and chuckle, fidgeting with her clutch purse. “I’m here to meet Oliver Queen.”
“Ah, yes, Mr. Queen has been expecting you. Right this way, ma’am.”
As she followed him, Amelia glanced around the fancy restaurant. It was almost intimidating. Unless she was on a job, Amelia had never been in such a place before-- much less on a date. It was beautiful.
Finally, the host led her to the private room, where Oliver was waiting, already seated at the table. The host announced her to Oliver, but Amelia’s heart was pounding so loudly in her head, she couldn’t hear him. She flashed him a shy smile as he left them.
“Hi,” she softly whispered. “I’m--I’m sorry I’m late,” Amelia apologized.
A young boy was intently flipping through a thick, musty book, legs swinging up and down, excitement pouring through his body. In truth, he had no reason for doing so: By this point, he could do what he needed by heart, and yet, if only by familiarity, the boy found the exact page he was looking for.
It was a long break from school, and it time to once again revisit the other world. Everything was in place: He had told his guardian he would be out for a while, and, despite the worrying questions, she agreed. The boy wore his unusual attire-rather, unusual for his world, but normal for the other. A bizarre object in his hand-a wand-began radiating softly. Standing up, the boy drew with it in the air-a rune falling into place, his smile shining.
“Neato! Here goes!”
A dazziling light of gold summoned it’s way through the wand the boy held, the very spell causing the wand to wiggle with pure magical energy. In truth, the spell was meant to be casted in much larger areas, but he was confident he could handle this!
Until, at last, the climax of the spell occurred, a golden door forming, the very power exuding from it very awesome.
Of course, it didn’t help being so close to the wall-the boy’s shoulder jammed into it, and during the last of the magic, the boy had dropped the wand-still, as stated, the door appeared.
Picking up the wand hastily, doubtful the mistake could do much harm, the boy made his way through the door. The light filled his eyes with a single step through the door, and out to the other end.
Of course, where the exit of the golden Gateway would lead to probably wasn’t what he was expecting.
