The Universe's Mixer

Dinah took one last look at the vase filled with irises that was now sitting on her kitchen table. They were stunning, of course. But then, she knew that, as she'd ordered them from the supplier the week before.

She sighed as she set the note back on the table. It was from Oliver, apologizing for imposing on her and thanking her for her help.

It should have been a sweet gesture. It was sweet, it was just...

He'd sent her irises before. Or rather, her world's Oliver had. That had sort of been his signature flower for awhile. Beautiful, graceful, and something different than roses. It was always Ollie's style to want to stand out from the crowd.

No matter how many times she tried to remind herself that this wasn't the Oliver she knew, little reminders like this kept popping up. Maybe a different world, maybe a different Ollie, but apparently some things weren't all that different.

Dinah grabbed her keys and headed out. Regardless of the similarities, this Oliver hadn't done anything to hurt her. He hadn't done anything except make a very thoughtful gesture. This Oliver also was new to the City and most likely hadn't had the chance to find many others like them. For that matter, there weren't all that many others like them here at all.

The least she could do was thank him in person and apologize for her strange behavior around him. She wanted to at least try to be a friend, an ally, to him.

Dinah pulled up outside of the building that housed Oliver's penthouse apartment and took a deep breath to steel herself before exiting the car and ringing the buzzer.

Right. Calling ahead probably would have been a good idea, she realized a little bit too late.