[Another half smile and a gentle nod thrown his way.]
I'll be there. [Laurel gives him one more smile before turning and making her way down the aisle.
It's an hour later that finds her sitting in the back corner of the specified Starbucks, vaguely annoyed with herself for not setting a clear meeting time. After lunch could mean a lot of things, and in an effort not to miss him, she'd gone straight to the Starbucks after she'd dropped her things off where she was staying. She'd at least had the foresight to bring a book and order a drink so that she didn't draw too much attention to herself sitting there alone for over an hour. Not that she'd made much of an attempt at reading.
If she's honest with herself, she knows she didn't have to get here that early, but nerves and eagerness had her unwilling to sit at home and wait around. After all, it's Roy. Roy who she loves dearly but who was always more likely to side with Oliver's way of thinking and Roy who was probably wondering why she was staying in Gotham instead of Star.
Roy who was more Oliver's protégé than her friend and who she has no reason to believe would be any different here. (Even if so many things are different.)
It's amazing how a few weeks in another dimension away from Oliver can make her feel so much trepidation at the mere idea that someone here might look at her the way he did.
(It's not that she doesn't still care about him, it's just that the time away from him, the time around Tim has given her perspective on what it feels like to be around someone who believes in her. It's a jarring realization to suddenly get something she didn't even know she was missing.)
And so she sits and waits, trying not to be tense and failing horribly.]
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I'll be there. [Laurel gives him one more smile before turning and making her way down the aisle.
It's an hour later that finds her sitting in the back corner of the specified Starbucks, vaguely annoyed with herself for not setting a clear meeting time. After lunch could mean a lot of things, and in an effort not to miss him, she'd gone straight to the Starbucks after she'd dropped her things off where she was staying. She'd at least had the foresight to bring a book and order a drink so that she didn't draw too much attention to herself sitting there alone for over an hour. Not that she'd made much of an attempt at reading.
If she's honest with herself, she knows she didn't have to get here that early, but nerves and eagerness had her unwilling to sit at home and wait around. After all, it's Roy. Roy who she loves dearly but who was always more likely to side with Oliver's way of thinking and Roy who was probably wondering why she was staying in Gotham instead of Star.
Roy who was more Oliver's protégé than her friend and who she has no reason to believe would be any different here. (Even if so many things are different.)
It's amazing how a few weeks in another dimension away from Oliver can make her feel so much trepidation at the mere idea that someone here might look at her the way he did.
(It's not that she doesn't still care about him, it's just that the time away from him, the time around Tim has given her perspective on what it feels like to be around someone who believes in her. It's a jarring realization to suddenly get something she didn't even know she was missing.)
And so she sits and waits, trying not to be tense and failing horribly.]