Oliver was used to going out for his morning run on his own but he was enjoying having Laurel join him. They had a nice little routine going where they'd go out and run and then return back to their suite where he'd prepare breakfast. Once breakfast was over, he'd shower and start his day.
He wished that they had more room to run. Vegas was a large enough city but it still felt like a prison because of the barrier. That was another thing that bothered Oliver. That nobody, including himself, had been able to figure this place out or find their abductors.
As he ran, his mind was deeply on the inner workings of this place as he tried to think up other possibilities about how to figure this place out and it was Laurel's voice that broke his daze.
"What was that?" He asked, he was breathing hard from the exertion of running but he was hardly winded. "Breakfast? That sounds like a good idea."
He pulled ahead of Laurel, turning and running backwards, slowing their pace slightly. "Last one there buys?" He challenged. Of course, it didn't matter who was the last one, he had no intention of letting Laurel cover the cheque.