Mischievous Matchmaker

"Figures, my first date in nearly two years, and it's with an eight-year-old," Felicity murmured. "What?" Oliver asked. "Oh, haven't you heard? Your son has a crush on me." Oliver turned, his eyebrows raised as he stared at her. After a moment, a tiny smirk appeared on his face. "Well, he's got good taste..." Future-Fic. Can be read as part of The Connor Hawke Chronicles.