They become close.
It becomes apparent that Felicity Smoak is the door to the world Oliver Queen has so selfishly hidden from her.
Laurel can't help but like her. She is vibrant colors and joyful youth, rambles her into a soft comfort of belonging. Purple nails and a tug on her arm and she leads her into a fold of friendship.
...
Laurel Lance is anything but blind.
It is painfully obvious. His warm gazes, possessively grasping her at any chance; Oliver Queen is smitten with one Felicity Smoak.
But he is difficult. A rubiks cube that continuosly changes, making it harsh and misleading on Felicity.
She confronts him, because in a way she is also rather enchanted with her.
"Why do you do that?"
Oliver turns amicably, raises an eyebrow. "Do what?"
"You push her away but as soon as she turns her attention away from you, you're all over her..."
"Are you talking about Felicity? We're just...partners. Friends. Anyways, isnt't it your lunch break?"
He gives her his back and it's all she'll get out of him. She sighs, pushes the breath out of her chest and leaves.
...
Felicity takes Laurel to Central city and they talk. Laurel tells her about Oliver and Tommy. Felicity tells her about Barry, Ed, and a boy she used to know. They bond over red wine and chinese take out, trading stories of law school for casino escapades. Felicity becomes the friend she never had and Laurel becomes the parnter she briefly found in Sarah.
It becomes a bit more menacing for the three men in the lair.
