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The sound of Felicity’s high heels clanking on the stairs distracted Oliver from his talk with Diggle.
“Hey,” he said with a smile, as Felicity walked into the foundry. He frowned slightly when his eyes fell upon what she was holding in her arms. “Why are you carrying a houseplant?”
She offered him her brightest smile as she walked towards him, her ponytail bouncing each step she took , orange dress floating around her.
“For you,” she told him, thrusting the vase into his hands. He wrapped his hands around the vase before throwing Felicity a confused look.
“Thank you,” He said hesitantly before offering her a smile. He had no idea why Felicity got him a houseplant, but just the thought of her buying him anything just because she wanted to was enough to make him smile.
“You’re welcome!” She grinned. “Now that you’ve a houseplant to take care of, you might consider getting a place to stay where it’ll get sunlight and window to live properly. You wouldn’t want to kill the plant I gave you, would you?” Felicity asked, batting her eyelashes innocently.
Oliver’s jaw slacked in surprise. Before he could reply, she was turning around and waving. “I really need to go. I’m almost late for my job. See you later, guys.”
He heard Diggle scoffing beside him as Oliver watched Felicity walk away with an expression of disbelief.
“Oh, she got you there, Oliver,” Diggle said.
Oliver threw him a glare before his eyes fell on the houseplant in his arms. Oliver knew Felicity was worried about him living at the foundry all the time, but he didn’t imagine she’d try to play him into doing what she wanted. She bought him a plant to convince him to get a place. He couldn’t stop the smile that formed on his lips.
“Isn’t your face hurting from smiling so much?” Diggle asked with an amused expression.
“I’m not smiling that much,” he refuted with an annoyed look.
Diggle rolled his eyes. “It’s because you don’t see your face when Felicity is around.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he paused briefly as Dig sent him an incredulous look. “I always smile when Felicity is around,” he offered.
Diggle arched an eyebrow. “Really?”
It was his turn to roll his eyes. “I mean…” He shrugged. “The first time I met Felicity, she was at her cubicle in IT Department. I remember calling her name and being completely taken by surprise by her,” he smiled softly, recalling the moment. “She wasn’t exactly what I pictured an IT girl to be, you know? And then I told her who I was and she just…babbled in a very Felicity way. She mentioned my father drowning and I just… smiled,” he paused, a crease appearing in his forehead. “It was the first time I remembered cracking a smile in so long.”
“Sounds like Felicity,” Diggle said with a soft expression.
Oliver just nodded in reply. The air between the men shifted slightly after Oliver’s story.
“You know, right?” Diggle asked, sending him a significant look.
“Know what?”
“That you’re in love with Felicity?”
Oliver frowned. “I’m not that clueless, Dig.”
“Good for you,” Diggle patted Oliver in the arm. “You should do something about it.”
“I will,” Oliver promised. “Tomorrow.”
“Just don’t take too long,” Diggle said before turning to the mats. “Two rounds?”
“Make it three and I’ll buy a dinner for the pep talk,” Oliver offered.
“Deal.”