Tangerine tried to keep everything professional, it wouldn't be very ethical in his job to fall in love with his pretty colleague. Of course not.

Even when they got on the train he didn't take his eyes off you, wanting to put his attention on you in case some idiot made you uncomfortable.

His eyes wandered from Lemon to you, and he smiled softly when you looked back at him, trying to appear normal. “What the hell is that idiot doing?" he asked with a frown as he saw a man with a ridiculous hat and glasses, running down the train.

Tangerine decided to ignore him, at the same time he put his fingers on the bridge of his nose, repeating the process of the plan in his head. He looked distracted as you shifted in your seat, and grimaced at the man in the other seat, who was staring at you inappropriately. “I'll shoot him in the bloody face, wait here, love,” he said, calmly about to stand up, but your hand on his arm stopped him and he clenched his jaw. He knew you didn't have to do much to keep him in line. “I'll shoot him later,” he states, leaving you no time to protest.