Arrow FIC: I Could Get Used To This (1/?)
Oliver offers Felicity a place to stay while she looks for a new apartment.
“We’re heading out for lunch,” said Diggle. “Did you want to join us?”
“Oh God yes, I’m starving.” Felicity stood to gather a few items into her purse, smiling when Oliver moved around to pick up her coat and hold it out for her. “I’ll need to bring my tablet with me, though,” she said, slipping her arms into the sleeves of the blue pea coat. “I’ve got some stuff to do.”
“QC stuff or ‘other’ work stuff?” Oliver frowned, stepping back as she did up her buttons. “I thought we were up to date with both?”
“Neither,” she replied as they moved towards Diggle and headed for the elevator. “It’s more like me stuff, in the sense that I may have run into a slight problem and I’m operating on about zero sleep and ten cups of coffee trying to fix it.”
The two men shared a look of concern as the elevator doors opened and they all shuffled inside. “What kind of problem?” they asked in unison.
“Wow, your jaws just clenched in perfect synchronization too,” Felicity said in awe.
“Fe-li-city,” Oliver exhaled slowly. “What problem?”
“It’s OK, I’m fine, no one’s after me,” she reassured them, biting her bottom lip. “It’s just the small fact that as of tomorrow I’ll be kicked out of my apartment and technically I’ll be homeless.”