olicity at ikea, maybe??? Please. :)
Felicity munched on her Swedish meatballs as she walked through the aisles. “Oh, look, these utensils are called Grunka! Like in the Chuck episode. Remember that, Oliver?”
“Mmm-hmm,” he said. Which was his distracted “Mmm-hmm,” with a dash of worry. Which was a combo she hadn’t heard before, so her curiosity was piqued even more than normal.
“Are you okay?” she asked, eyeing him.
“What? Oh, I’m fine,” Oliver said, pushing the cart. He picked up a set of mixing bowls and put them in the cart, which made her eyebrows go up. Because they were the same set of mixing bowls they already had.
She moved around to stand in front of the cart, and Oliver was still so distracted that he pushed the cart right into her. “Owwwwww!”
That seemed to snap Oliver out of whatever he was in. “Felicity! Oh, God, I’m so sorry,” he said, moving over to her.
“Oliver, what is with you?” she asked, still rubbing her foot as she looked at him. “You’ve been out of it all day.”
He looked at her for a long moment, then sighed. “I know. I’m sorry. I was thinking a lot about tonight. Planning . . . something.”
When that was all he said, Felicity said slowly, “Planning something? What are you planning?”
His skin flushed, which made Felicity stop being curious and start getting worried. Oliver never blushed.
Then, to her surprise, he sighed and . . . kneeled in front of her?
“Felicity Smoak, I love you,” he said, gazing up at her and making her lift her hands to her mouth to hold back the stream of babble that wanted to break free of her lips.
Especially when he brought a small, black velvet box out of the pocket of his pants.
“We’ve been lucky enough to get a second chance,” Oliver said softly. “Will you give me a second chance at being the happiest man on earth?”
Blinking away the tears, Felicity couldn’t help smiling at her sweet, sentimental, wonderful Oliver. She nodded, then said, in a soft voice, “Yes.”
