Drake rolled his eyes and moved away from the window before she threw something at his head. There would be no time for him to grab anything to eat, he thought mournfully. He had expected to spend a leisurely day in the apartment, maybe going grocery shopping. Instead, he needed to find some pants before Felicity decided he was taking too long.
One of these days, he was going to have a talk with her about randomly showing up and throwing acorns at people's windows. One day.
He grabbed a pair of linen pants from the drawer and quickly stepped into them, fiddling with the waistband so that they draped correctly. A vest was thrown over his bare chest before he slipped into a pair of sandals, grabbed his keys, and was out the door. He'd barely made it down the steps before he had to dodge another acorn.