Back from the commercials. Some bouncy guitar music is playing as we get an aerial shot of the city at night. Our POV moves to the inside of an elevator as the doors open on a fancy restaurant. Or is this that Ace of Clubs place? Even if it is, let's pretend it's not, simply because it has such a terrible name. As we step out of the elevator, a young man who'd been standing around talking to a long-haired blond suddenly does a little double-take in our direction. We must look pretty hot. A young woman on our right gives us an appreciative look, as does the handsome fellow behind her. We must look very hot. As we make our way past the hostess and navigate through the bar area, all eyes turn to take in our smoking hottitude. The camera finally swivels and moves around to reveal Chloe as the object of all this attention. She's wearing a bright red, one-shouldered cocktail dress and carrying a sparkly clutch. She scans the crowd and smiles when she finds her target sitting at the bar. She sidles up to this mystery man, licks her lips, and says, "You know, I'm supposed to be meeting someone here." So far, we only see his long fingers wrapped around a tumbler of whiskey. "Oliver Queen, of all people," she goes on, giving him a flirty look. "Even with the Registration Act behind him, the world still knows him as the Green Arrow." She scooches closer to this stranger, finally allowing us a look at him. He is tall and obviously handsome, even behind ridiculous sunglasses and rakishly tilted fedora. He seems vaguely familiar. The stranger guesses that Green Arrow only goes out in public with silly disguises now. Also, didn't he lose his company to Lionel Luthor? "You wouldn't want to have dinner with me in his place, would you?" Chloe asks. The two-timing hussy! The stranger wonders what her tough-guy "boyfriend" would say about that. Chloe says she doesn't call him her boyfriend. The stranger takes off his sunglasses and -- braces yourselves, everyone, because it's a huge shock -- he's actually Oliver Queen! Told you it was shocking! With just a pair of glasses he became completely unrecognizable. It was as if all my memory of his past appearances suddenly vanished!

Oliver and Chloe give each other lusty smiles for a while, leaning closer to each other. "I think Oliver Queen would be an absolute fool," Oliver says, "to let someone like you get away." She gives him a megawatt grin and agrees. As they move in for a kiss, the hostess walks up behind them. "Table for the Joneses," she calls out, looking around. Oliver whispers to Chloe that he'd have no problem getting a table as himself. "But your brown-haired rendezvous can't even get on the list." Oh, so that's why his hair looks darker lately. I thought the show's budget nixed his Sun-In treatments. Chloe tries to make the best of it, teasing him about how much fun they can have as other people. When the hostess again calls out again, Chloe claims that they're the Joneses. It takes a split second for Oliver to catch on. The hostess doesn't look like she really believes them, but nor does she look like she really cares. She leads them to their table where champagne is already chilling. "We shouldn't be doing this," Oliver says. Chloe sees it as the universe's gift to them. "What's the worst that could happen?" she asks, dooming them both. [Clearly, neither of them have seen Date Night. - Z] They clink champagne glasses and smile at each other, not quite able to hear the sound of the universe laughing at them over the din of the music.