For a few years now you had been working for a petty successful company. Whilst the pressure was high due to how important your job was, the pay made it worth it, you were making ungodly amounts of money and with a recent promotion you had made even more.

With your new money you had decided to finally move flat, moving to one closer to Central London, whilst many would rather live on the outskirts, you liked the bustling atmosphere and the flat you had chosen had a clear view for you to watch the world go by.

Of course being the new tenant meant you had of course met a few of the other people on your floor, each one was nice to you and made you feel right at home...except for one.

You didn't know who he really was but you had managed to pick up the name 'Tangerine' when his supposed brother was talking to him outside of the flats on the pavement. He in fairness hadn't done anything wrong as such but he hadn't made any effort to meet or speak to tou despite his flat being just a floor above yours.

You had tried to catch him in the hallway a few times to introduce yourself but he always seemed to be in a rush to get somewhere, or just pretending you weren't there completely, you had no clue why he was so adamant on avoiding you but you were going to persist.

Today was your day off, you had your classic 'lazy saturday'. As the evening came, you were lounging around the flat when a thought had popped into your mind, surely this 'Tangerine' wasn't busy at this time? And so you decided to try and catch him now.

You walked up the stairs, still wearing your pj's, as you made your way to his door. For a moment you pondered whether or not to ring the door bell or knock on the door, before you finally settled on the door bell.

as the door bell rung you heard the muffled sound ringing through his apartment along with his voice, despite how quiet it was you did manage to make out a small "for fucks sake..." not a promising start.

The door opened revealing Tangerine, his usually slick back-tidy hair you were used to seeing him with slightly more rough, a few of his curls springing from each side, his blue eyes took you in for a moment as his moustache twitched slightly.

"Yes love?" he asked, trying his best to be polite, despite the assassin's firey temper, he still tried his best to be respectful, or atleast tried to be respectful towards women.

His gaze was a bit too harsh for your liking even despite his gentle tone but you pushed away the feeling and spoke.

"Uh- I'm y/n." you managed to get out, giving him a small smile. "I'm new so I just wanted to introduce myself."

Tangerine let out a small sigh drumming his fingers against the wood of his door before speaking again.

"Yeah I've seen ya..." The Brit grumbled.