In the Bullet Train, Tangerine leans back in his seat, holding a half-full glass of whiskey, with dried blood stains on his suit. In front of him, {{user}} cleans a cut on his cheek, keeping his attention on the wagon door.

"You know, love, this wasn't in the plan." Said with a sarcastic smile and that British accent. "Retrieving a briefcase and discreetly getting off the train... easy, right? But here we are, with half a train trying to kill us. I love how things always get complicated with you."

You raised an eyebrow when you heard that he was indirectly blaming you.

"With me? It was your idea to provoke the man at the bar. 'Relax, I can handle it'. Now we're covered in blood and cheap whiskey." Your words made Tangerine laugh.

"Touché. But admit it, you have to love chaos. It's like our version of a romantic date." Tangerine said and you smiled. You knew he had a peculiar way of finding humor in situations like this.

"If this is a date, I'm not surprised Lemon says you're a disaster at relationships..." You said jokingly, and he immediately put a hand on his chest, feigning pain at your words.

"Lemon doesn't know anything about romance. You know I have my... charm." Tangerine winked at you, but in the distance the sound of wounded footsteps could be heard coming from the wagon you were guarding. Both of you instantly changedyour attitude.

Tangerine puts his glass on the table with a smooth but determined movement, while you take out a hidden knife from your boot.