Hypnotic

the Attraction

A blonde sat behind a rather large computer screen, absent minded as she chewed a ballpoint pen-- red, to be exact. As mediocre as her job may have seemed, she had graduted for the Massachusetts Institute of Technology.

How she ended up being a worker in an IT department, was a question yet to be answered. If anything else, it was better than being a bartender in Vegas. She was fortunate enough, for the company happened to be a multi-billion dollar corporation.

Humming quietly, she finished recording data to the company's vast server, before a man's voice interrupted her thoughts.

"Felicity Smoak?" A voice behind her inquired, causing her to immediately yank the gnawed pen from her lips, and spin around.

"Hi, I'm Oliver Queen," the man introduced himself, the corners of his lips beginning to curl into a smile.

"Of course! I know who you are. You're 'Mr Queen'," She stammered, her deliberately trying speak, clearly embarassed.

"Noooo. Mr Queen was my father," he corrected, smiling at her fumbled words.

"Right. But he's dead. I mean, he drowned. And you didn't. Which means you can come down to the IT department and listen to me babble. Which will end in 3... 2... 1..." The blonde spoke without a second thought really, it was habit of her's to consistently babble.

"I'm having some trouble with my computer and they told me you were the person to come and see. I was at my coffee shop surfing the web and I spilt a latte on it." The billionaire spoke with ease, producing a grey laptop suspiciously pierced in several areas.

"Really." She scoffed, her eyes narrowed at the holes.

"Yeah." He replied, simply ignoring the evident fact.

"Cause these? Look like bullet holes." The woman shot back, scanning the piece of evidence he just handed her.

"My coffee shop is in a bad neighbourhood."

She had to admit, it was adorable seeing him come up with excuses, considering his wealthy background.

Very likely, Mr Queen, she thought to herself quietly. Very likely.