Comfort Food (Laurel/Oliver)

[Oliver Queen]

He saw it all. From the motion of the hand to the leaning, and then the slapping. The impact surprisingly felt..tame. Of course it would feel tame compared to what he had been through. But it still left its mark. And he allowed it to happen. His strength wasn't meant for her.

A smile comes to his face. "Don't worry. I do. Though not as much as I used to. I did what I came here to do. See you, apologize, and move on. It was great seeing you again, Laurel." He gets up, and as he walks by a waiter, he quietly arranges the payment of whatever Laurel ordered. It's confirmed and he walks out of the diner. Somehow, he felt a little better. If she came out after him, she'd find him vanished. Gone.

[Laurel Lance]

Laurel had asked all the questions that had been rolling around in her head for the past five years, though she was no closer to being happy. Oliver's 'apology' was only to make himself feel better, it meant nothing to Laurel, only leaving her more hurt and angry inside. He even had the gall to try and blame Sara, like it was Sara's fault that he cheated.

The wait staff had waited for Oliver to leave before bringing Laurel her food, an attempt to give them privacy, though Laurel knew that there had been no privacy, everyone knew what had happened. Of course, Oliver had paid for the food, leaving a generous tip, as he so often did when he knew he had done wrong. Throw money at the situation. Grabbing her purse, Laurel pushed the food aside, she didn't want his money anymore. If his time away had changed him at all, it had only made him worse. Scooting out of the booth, Laurel left the restaurant, intent on getting her car and going home.