"So are you ready to tell me the whole thing or not?" He finally asks.
She takes a deep breath. She has been mentally preparing herself for this.
"It all started on one random Wednesday. I was at home with my daughter-" She couldn't finish her sentence when Arrow stopped her in the middle.
"Wait a second, you have a daughter? How old is she?"
"She's five this year, the sweetest little child ever. My Destiny," she says with a proud smile and that was the first time he had seen her genuinely happy.
He was a nice observer and could detect emotions. Most of the time she's faking her happiness and yet, he couldn't figure out the reason behind her sadness.
Her eyes were speaking volumes yet for some weird reason, he was never able to fully read her. It was so annoying for him because he could read almost every one.
She was his only exception and he didn't like it, not when he wanted to know her thoughts the most.
