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He'd gotten it wrong on purpose. He’d knowingly changed it from Friday to Wednesday, though Felicity had either been too mad to realize it or perhaps she did not recall that they had met on a Wednesday.
Oliver did not let himself dwell on what it could mean that he remembered all the little details of his first consultation with Felicity. When he had walked into her office she had been just a highly recommended name, one he was certain his last name would convince to give him the assistance he needed with no questions asked.
It hadn't worked out that way. He had caught her off guard and in doing so been exposed to his first ever Felicity Smoak babble face-to-face. It was after her "I said not notice, right?" faux pas that he placed the babbling IT genius as the same girl he'd heard talking to herself when he had broken into Queen Consolidated for Waller. But she had caught him unprepared as well with her sunshine hair, fast moving mouth, adorable head tilt and skeptical look when he offered the pathetic lie that his coffee shop was in a bad neighborhood. For the first time in years he saw a person and not a threat.
Perhaps if she hadn't been so bright herself, the memory would have faded and he wouldn't have kept going back; but each time he saw her the world seemed lighter somehow, filled with possibilities instead of hazards.
That innocuous Wednesday had changed his life. So Felicity was his Girl Wednesday, and always would be.