LOG: Oliver Queen/Sara Lance
[It wasn't that he was avoiding trying to see anyone, but he just wasn't sure what to say. How to break the ice. Distance seemed easier, and in a city as large as Gotham, it wasn't hard to find. So he watched and he observed, he helped out where he could and he stayed back when he couldn't. Of course, it was only a matter of time before he ran into someone familiar.
It didn't take long for him to notice that he was being followed, and considering the paths he took in order to shake his tail, whomever it was continued to persist. That told Ollie more than a couple things. Whomever it was was skilled and persistent, and but whether they were friend or foe was impossible to know just yet. So he kept up the pace until he thought he had lost them, and it was then that the shadows shifted and he came down hard with whomever had just jumped him.
A hand on his bow as he rolled out of it, an arrow was already drawn and aimed, his gaze shadowed beneath the edge of the green hood he had pulled up.]