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You look up at the huge house in front of you. Wrong. Not a house. It could only be described as a mansion. Maybe even a castle. You are afraid to knock on the door for fear of ruining the perfect harmony surrounding the area. You bite your lip nervously and shuffle on your feet for a moment, working up the courage to walk toward the door. You turn your head around to look back at your van. It was an issued van by the florist company you worked for. The white paint and flowery decoration on the side looked completely out of place in the huge driveway. You are here at the Queen's house for a flower delivery. You look once more at the huge bouquet of roses in your hand. It is beautiful. And not cheap. Whoever got these must really care about the girl. You sigh and after adjusting a rose, you walk toward the door and knock. You stand there for a few minutes. You can't hear anything on the other side of the door and you start to debate on leaving a note. Eventually though, the door opens, revealing a pretty brunette. She looks you up and down.
"Yes?" She asks, almost with a bored tone.
You swallow uncertainly. "Um, I have a bouqet bought by Oliver Queen." You gesture to the roses in your hand.
The girl sighs and gives you a small smile. "Please wait here. I'll go get him."
"Thanks."
She leaves the door ajar and you catch a glimpse into the foyer. It is even more gorgeous than the outside. The room screamed 'rich people live here'. You shudder. You much prefer your homey apartment. You never had to worry about spilling a cup of water and damaging a rug.
You are studying the humongous bouquet of flowers in the middle of the foyer when your view is blocked. However, the new view is much prettier than the flowers. You stare at the man standing in front of you, speechless. His short brown hair is the perfect length and his eyes are a dark grey-blue. A slight scruff face accents his square jawline. His tight t-shirt offers a glimpse of his perfectly sculpted muscles.
"You're Oliver Queen?" You gasp.
"Yes?" He asks, tilting his head as you just stand there. Even his voice is beautiful, deep and rich.
You realize your mouth is hanging open and you snap it shut quickly.
"I-uh," you start unsuccessfully. "I-sorry. I have a flower delivery for you." You thrust the bouquet out in front of you. "If you could just sign the clipboard, I'll be out of your eyes. Um-I mean sight." You grimace, holding out a small brown clipboard.
Oliver smiles at your awkwardness, but doesn't acknowledge it. 'Ugh, you think, 'he's one of those guys. Totally used to girls fawning over him'.
But those blue eyes....
"I'm sorry, Ms.-" He looks at you questionally.
"(y/n). (y/ln)," You say quickly.
"Ms. (y/ln)," He smiles again, "but I didn't order any flowers."
"Oh. Uh, well, it says you did on here. You even already paid." You show him the clipboard and he takes it.
"Huh...I didn't make this order." He furrows his brow. You swoon a little inside. Who cares if he's one of them? He'll only be eye candy for you anyway, right?
He hands you back the clipboard. "Sorry. I'll tip you for your trouble."
"No, no!" You rush. "Please don't. There must be some mistake and that is completely our error."
He studies your face for a moment, then smiles. "You know, I will take the flowers."
"What? Really?" Inside you groan. It must mean he has a girlfriend. "She must be a special girl," You say aloud.
He smirks. "I think she will be." He reaches out for the clipboard again and signs his name. You take it back and hand him the flowers.
"What shop do you work for?" He asks.
"Jackson Florist, Sir. " You gesture to the van behind you where the company name is inscribed. "Just until school is finished. You know."
He nods. "Will that be all, Sir?" You ask politely.
"Please, call me, Oliver. And yes, thank you. I hope to see you soon." He grins at you.
You narrow your eyes at him, confused, but he only smiles wider.
"Good day," He says and closes the door, leaving you hanging as to his meaning.
You shrug and turn back to your van. You deliver a few other flowers and it ends up being closing time when you get back to the shop.
"Hey, Mandy," You call at your boss. "I finished the deliveries."
"Okay! There's one for you. I put it on the counter. You can grab it and go. I'll close shop." She calls back.
There's an order for you? You walk over to the counter. On it is a huge bouquet of roses, identical to the one you delivered to Mr. Queen only hours before. Except these roses are now in a beautiful crystal vase and have a note protruding from the top.
You grab the note and read:

(y/n), I would be honored if you would have dinner with me.
Oliver Queen
P.S. I hope you like roses.

It had his number below his name. You gasp and then you start to laugh. You had a date with Oliver Gorgeous Queen!