Laurel/Oliver
Oliver had been moving across the room at the holiday party. He should be acting like a good host after all, and if there was one thing that he knew how to do it was mingle. It had been something of a requirement growing up as a Queen, after all. And it seemed like Laurel had had the same thought. But as their paths crossed, both stepping to the same side as they tried to allow room for the other person to pass, he couldn't help but smile. Sometimes it felt as though she read his mind.
"Sorry," he apologized, trying to take a step in the opposite direction only to find very suddenly that he couldn't move. And the smile faded a bit, confusion taking place. "...Laurel, can you...?" No matter how hard he tried, he certainly wasn't getting anywhere.