"Oliver?"
"Hmm?"
"When did you first realize you could trust me?" Felicity asked as she watched him hang upside down on the rafter above her head. A lazy smile graced his face at her question and he jumped down.
"What's with the question?" he asked as he moved to sit beside her at her desk.
"Well, after almost losing you a few weeks ago, I've been thinking about all the things I want to ask you and know about you," Felicity said with a blush creeping up her face. Oliver studied her for a moment before responding.
"When did I first realize I could trust you?" Oliver contemplated. "Well, after you didn't go running your mouth about the bullet-filled laptop was my first clue. Then you researched Derek Restin for me and the Dark Archer's arrow…all without spilling your guts. Even then I wasn't 100% sure. You listened to my ridiculous stories and you never spoke about them to anyone. The exact moment I knew I could trust you completely was when you asked me if you could trust me. There was something in your eyes that made me realize that you were the real deal. You shared the notebook with me and your suspicions that my mother was behind Walter's disappearance. That took real courage to do that, Felicity. Since the island, trusting people was just something I couldn't do. Even when I returned home, trusting my family was hard for me. You were the first person that I felt like I could truly trust, and it bothered for me a while because I couldn't quite put my finger on the reason why I felt like I could trust you so easily."
Oliver watched her face carefully before he spoke the next words.
"So that was the moment when I knew that you, Felicity Megan Smoak, were a person that I could trust inexplicably and I've never regretted that decision. It would have been the biggest mistake of my life if I hadn't trusted you."
"Oliver," Felicity breathed before she launched herself into his arms. He caught her with a chuckle and wrapped his arms around her small frame. They sat in silence for a few moments just holding each other before Felicity's voice sounded.
"I do have one of those faces, Mr. Queen."
Oliver laughed heartily as he pulled them both to their feet.
"You hungry, Ms. Smoak?"
"Starving," she replied as they began walking side-by-side to the exit.