Oliver
"Hey Oliver," chirped Felicity from behind her desk as he walked in with two cups of coffee. "Oooooh, is that for me?" She held out grabby hands, and he grinned at her gestures. She was just so goddamned adorable. He handed over her latte, and she almost squealed with excitement. "So what brings you and these cups of deliciousness to Palmer Industries?"
Oliver perched himself on the edge of her desk and shrugged, "Nothing much. Just wanted to drop in on my Girl Wednesday and see how she's doing. So, Ms. Vice President, how's it going?"
"It's alright. Ray has turned into a more science-y version of you when it comes to actually attending meetings, which is frustrating, but ever since I rigged up his system to lock when meetings start, he's been getting better. How's your job?" She clicked a few keys on her keyboard and the strains of Lindsey Stirling filled the room.
Oliver shrugged, focused on Felicity as she kicked her heels off and curled her feet up onto the big office chair she was sitting in. She was wearing a knee-length pencil skirt and a dark green blouse, and, though she was the picture of professionalism with her tight ponytail and dark framed glasses, she managed to look adorable and cozy in that moment. "Um, well, Thea and I are working really hard to get Verdant back under our name, and we seem to actually be making progress, as you know, but I started down at a club on Twelfth as a bouncer last night. It went alright, nobody caused too much trouble."
Felicity beamed at him, "I'm so happy for you guys! Let me know if you need any help with the Verdant thing; I have a few strings I can pull if need be." Oliver crooked a small grin in her direction just as her computer beeped at her. "Ugh, hang on one second. This is an email I really need to answer." He took the moments she was typing to look her over. God, she was gorgeous. She shifted her leg, and Oliver caught a flash of ink on the back of her calf.
"Hey, Fe-li-ci-ty?" he began, and she cocked her eyebrow and made a noise to encourage him to go on. "When did you get a tattoo?"
"Oh, ah, a few months ago. It's no big thing," she replied, her face flushing. "I hate to do this, but this jerkface just called a meeting, and I really have to go." She uncurled herself and stood up, sliding her feet back into her heels. "I'll see you later, alright Oliver?"
"Yeah, sure," he replied, distracted by Felicity walking past him and heading towards her second desk to grab her tablet and clean her glasses. God, she looked so good in that skirt. His eyes zeroed in on the tattoo, and he grinned widely when he saw the arrow pointing down at her heel, the fletching hitting right below the fold of her knee. "Hey, Felicity?"
"Mhm?"
"Do you want to grab coffee sometime?" Felicity froze, and Oliver was afraid she was going to say no. But when she turned around, a huge grin on her face, he relaxed.
She walked carefully over to him, her tablet case in one hand, her other hand adjusting her glasses, and her heels clicking on the floor. She stopped, inches away from where he was standing, so close he could smell her citrus perfume. "I'd love to, Oliver," she replied. She stepped slightly closer, raised up a bit on her toes, and pressed her pink painted lips to his cheek. "I'll see you later, and we can figure the rest out then, alright?" Oliver smiled and she whirled to go to her meeting. He watched her until she was around the corner before leaving her office.
A/N: Hey lovelies! This isn't the end; I promise. I have no clue how I'm going to end this, to be honest. Or how long it's going to be. But, no matter! I hope you like my take on how Oliver acts around Felicity. Enjoy, and let me know what you want to see! All my love-Rose