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plain sight. / season one, episode four.
"And how do you like being back at work? Is everyone treating you well?"
Felicity has to bite her tongue to fight the urge to let out a sigh of annoyance. She knows the question is coming from a place of love within her adoptive mother, Alicia, but Felicity can't help but want to sigh in exasperation. The fact that Alicia still asks her these types of questions, as if Felicity is a child unable to care for herself gets on her nerves. Just in the slightest. Plus, Felicity finds herself in a bit of a... cramped situation.
She presses her phone against her ear using her shoulder, while carrying a pink cake box in her other hand. On her arm, she has her bag as she fights to open the door. Doing all this while trying to talk to her mother was... exasperating. It makes Felicity feel... a shade of persimmons.
"Have they been too overbearing?" Alicia asks, which is funny, coming from her, "I know that with everything in the... well, you know. I just want to make sure everyone is being nice to you."
Felicity can't bite back the sigh this time as she rushes through the first floor. "No, Mama," she says, "last week, they all dunked my head in a toilet, because this is high school all over again!" She jams her elbow against the elevator call button. "Of course, they're treating me right, this is the FBI."
"Felicity—"
"Listen, Mama," Felicity cuts her mother off, "I'm about to get on the elevator, so I'm going to lose you. Plus, I've gotta get this cake up there before Spencer gets here, so I've really gotta—"
"Spencer?" Alicia asks. "Which one is that? Is he the nice white boy you share a desk with?"
"We don't share desks," Felicity corrects, "but yes. He's the nice white boy. It's his birthday."
"Ah, okay. I don't know if I like the idea of you sharing a desk with a white boy," Alicia then says. Felicity exhales sharply.
"Mama," Felicity whines, "I just said I don't share the same desk as him. And this is the FBI, not high school." She huffs. "Look, the elevator's here. I love you, mama, okay?"
Felicity hangs up. She struggles to grab her phone, but once it's in her hold, she flips it shut and drops it into her bag just as the elevator dings. The doors slide open and Felicity rushes in. She jabs her elbow against the '6' button and falls against the wall with a sigh of relief. The metal contraption whirs as it begins its ascent up to the sixth floor. Felicity shuts her eyes, relaxing for a moment and allowing her social mask to fall.
