Paris was a good choice. The weather was warm, the streets just beginning to light up and flowers were starting to, at long last, bloom. Oliver is waiting, a smile breaking over his face as he sees Caitlin and Pilot heading his direction.

He's not dressed for patrol this time. No bow, no quiver of arrows. Tonight was soley for Oliver and Caitlin.

.. okay and maybe Pilot.

There's a smile and a treat in his hand as Pilot darts in to gobble it up. What? He's got to pay his messenger somehow.