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Felicity is sitting at her kitchen table. She has a cup of coffee in one hand and the daily newspaper in the other. Her gray eyes flit across the words rapidly, eating them up like a jelly donut. She taps her fingers, which were painted a pale pink, on the side of the cup that she is holding up.
Her blonde hair, that reaches past her shoulders, is tied up and away from her face. Some parts of her hair, especially the roots, were a bit darker than the rest of the light and airy blonde. She liked this color on her, it was the complete opposite of who she used to be. Her hair used to be black. She used to wear deep purple lipstick and lots of eyeliner. This was back in college, but she had changed a lot since then.
She has on a pair of black, thick rimmed glasses, which accentuated her light brown eyebrows along with her eyes. Her cheeks were brushed with some blush which matched her glossed lips.
She always wore bright things because she didn’t want to go back to who she was in college. Today she was wearing a white top with black polka dots and a simple red skirt that ended a few inches above her knee.
Felicity placed the cup back down and bit her thumb nail. She let the newspaper collapse onto the table, not believing what she had just read. She knew what things were like in some parts of Starling City, but sometimes it caught her by surprise. It also scared her because Oliver was out there every night, fighting the dangers of Starling City. Thankfully she lived in the better parts of the city, so she rarely sees the things that happen first hand.
There was a knock at the door and Felicity jumped. She realized it was just the door, she calmed down and walked over to the door. She smoothed her hair down, hoping that it was Oliver. She opened the door and sighed in relief when she saw Oliver standing in front of. She instantly pulled him into a hug.
“Thank goodness you’re okay,” She pulled away and smiled up at him, “I missed you and your amazing abs.”
“My abs?” He said as he raised his eyebrows at her.
“Yes, uh…your abs. They’re great, I mean you basically never wear your shirt and I see your abs. Every. Single. Day. Just shirtless, all the time. It’s….it’s great because um they’re amazing and I think I should stop talking now.” She said as she rubbed the back of her neck with her hand. Her face was tinged red and she bit her lower lip.
He laughed and the blush on her face faded. She smiled at him, she was glad that he was here.