"Her Scarf"
Oliver unwound an ample length of emerald green wool from where it rested on Felicity's keyboard.
She must have left it in her haste to leave the night before.
He brought the bunched material to his nose and breathed in deeply. A light floral scent brought about a slow and wistful smile to his lips.
He began to wind the soft material a few times around his neck as he turned to walk up the foundry stairs.
He hoped she wouldn't mind that he borrowed it.