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"Nothing."
"Felicity."
"NOTH-ING, John!"
He folded his massive arms and frowned at her. She tapped the arm rest with her painted index finger.
Finally, Diggle sighed. “Felicity, you know how pointless it is for any of us to lie to the others. We’ve been through too much for too long for that shit to fly.”
Felicity twitched her pursed lips back and forth, pondering his words. He started to smile as he watched her.
Now she sighed and stood up so quickly, he took a step back.
"Ok," she whispered, invading his personal space and yanking his arm so they moved away from Oliver and Roy. "I, uh, sort of got asked out?"
She sucked in her lips and looked up at him over the tops of her glasses.
He nodded slowly, refusing to let his gaze dart over to Oliver. “Ok…so, not nothing, then?” He felt ridiculous whispering in a corner like high school girls.
She shrugged and when she glanced over at the others, Diggle did as well. “It’s just, well, weird, since, you know. Not weird here, really, on the job, but yeah, almost anytime we’re alone and it’s NOT for Arrow stuff..."