Oliver had been knee-deep in business when his stomach started growling. He considered working through lunch, but a chorus of nags from everyone he knew played in his head, "You need to eat Oliver," "Ollie, you're stubborn as shit. Eat this sandwich." "If you stop and eat now, you'll get dessert later."
Never admitting they were actually right, he simply grumbled, grabbed his jacket, and headed out the door. Just a quick bite and a cup of coffee from a local shop (none of that corporate bullshit), and he could go on with his life.
Or that was what he thought until he saw Malcom Merlyn also taking a lunch break at the same time and same place.