The risk of a choice
The way she sees it, she can either wait for the off chance that Oliver Queen decides to risk being in a relationship and the even more remote possibility that he would want one with her, or she can let go and move on.
But whatever choice she makes, she refuses to be bitter about it. It is what it is. She can't force him to feel the same way about her that she feels about him, and there is no point in being mad at him because of that.
By the time she reaches her desk back from dropping those papers to that awful woman, she knows what her choice will be.
Felicity Smoak has never been the type of girl to pine after a guy, holding her breath until he turns to look at her. If he turns towards her, then great, and if not, then she moves on. Oliver Queen will not change that about her.
She meant what she said to him. He deserves more than being with someone that does not care about him or that won't be able to see or appreciate the kind of person that he is. She hopes that one day he would realize that and find someone that could make him happy.
And, yes, a small, ok, a significant part of her still hopes that that person will be her. .
She sighs, very much aware of his eyes on her. She doesn't need to look through the glass wall that separates them to know that he sits there with a worried frown on his face no even trying to pretend to be working.
3…2…1…
She turns and smiles at him. Briefly but truly. Because you don't stop caring about someone, just because they don't care about you the same way you do about them. But she won't put her life on hold waiting for him. She's letting go.