The Way We Met - an Olicity Au

One

Present day:
The coffee shop was warm, due to a glowing fireplace and the steaming cup of black dark roast which sat in my hand as I stared at the window. I watched as two raindrops raced down the glass panel, like I did as a child, and egged the right droplet on. The November chill had come upon Starling, and at night, I could see my own breath, as I walked around the city I was proud to call home.

The moment was broken by the sound of clicking heels on hard wood floor and a polite cough that called for my attention. I looked up and saw a well- dressed reporter, pen tucked behind her ear, with dark eyes and sharp features.

"Good evening Mr. Queen, it's a pleasure to finally meet you." She said smiling, extending her arm to shake mine. "My name is Iris West, and I'm so pleased we could arrange this interview, I'm very excited for what's in store."
"The pleasure's all mine." I responded, reciprocating the smile, and shaking her hand.

I couldn't actually recall agreeing to this interview for Central City Picture News, but my publicist frantically called me at noon today and told me if I didn't show up, I'd be in "big trouble". I didn't care enough to find out what that meant, so here I was, a cheeky smile plastered on my face, not yet knowing the extent of this interview.

"So what do you want to talk about?" She asked, her computer already out, her hands typing away- the interview hadn't even begun.
"Isn't that your job to figure out?" I laughed, "Whatever you want, I'm an open book."
"Oh really?" She raised her eyebrows skeptically.
"Trade deals, the future of the company, my new book, anything." I chuckled. I knew the routine, every reporter was the same person, with a new face.
The conversation droned on, as I explained the retirement of our chief financial officer, and the beginnings of my new autobiography. Then, out of no where the conversation took a turn.
"How about those?" She asked as she pointed to the thick leather bracelets on my left wrist, the one that had been there for the 3 last years.
"What about them?" I asked indifferently.
"Do they have a story?" I leaned back in my chair, looked up, and sighed, trying to find a polite way to avoid the question. I didn't want to go into it, the story was long and complicated, and the second I opened my mouth to tell that story- well that's when the façade disappeared. The confidence, the illusion of "successful young businessman" all faded away. And underneath that was the ugly truth, the shell of a man, the raw, bitter, bits and pieces of a man that hardly were put together.
"Um...they don't
mean much, they're just kind of bracelets." I lied.
"They must have some meaning, with all those metal beads, those initials, the writing..." she persisted. I knew she wouldn't stop without a proper answer, and I didn't want to play this game.
"They actually belonged to someone close to me, some one I love- loved." I said, looking down, not being able to meet the reporter's eyes.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, i shouldn't have pushed"  her sincerity evident, as she stopped scribbling and typing, looking at me in silence.
"Yeah, don't worry about it. I actually haven't  talked about it in a while, she was everything, and now...now..." my voice trailed off. I gave a weak smile, mostly reassuring myself, as I sat straighter in my chair, taking a deep breath, pulling myself together.
"Is there anything you'd like to add about her?" She wondered. "It can be off the record if you'd like"
"What do you want to know?"
"How did you meet? Tell me everything you remember about her."

These words hit me like a bullet in the chest as I began to relive everything again. I closed my eyes, and I smiled as the blonde, pony tail baring, lipstick wearing girl entered my mind. This was gonna be one hell of a story.

A/N - hey it's ella!! I haven't written anything in a year! Ahhh!! Would you keep reading this? If not please tell me why, so I can edit this chapter and make it better!!!