Oliver Queen (vigilantearcher) wrote in youmakeitreal, @ 2014-10-10 10:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | laurel lance (worefishnets), oliver queen (vigilante_arrow) |
Oliver and Laurel were at dinner and Oliver was nervous, very nervous. He was about to propose to Laurel and he'd tried to be creative with how he did it, wanting it to be something she'd never forget. He'd spoken with the waiters ahead of time, telling them his plans and had given them the ring box to deliver to Laurel with her order of salad or soup. It would be covered, hidden until they set it in front of her and she lifted the lid to find the box underneath. Of course the box didn't contain the ring, Oliver had the ring tucked safely into the pocket of his suit jacket. Instead, there was a note, folded up neatly in the box.
On the folded paper in Oliver's handwriting was a simple, loving note.
Laurel,
Bet you know what the surprise is now! Don't you?
Love Oliver
The note was a very Oliver thing to do and he watched her reaction to it, grinning, quite pleased with himself, even though he had yet to pop the question.