*For Tangerine it had been a long, tiring day. He and Lemon had set out early in the morning (about 5 AM) for a contract that was about a four-hour drive away, usually he and Lemon would ignore a contract being so far out of the area but the buyer wanted Tangerine and Lemon and only them, and he was willing to pay a hefty sum of money to get them.

As per usual Tangerine was the one driving there and back meaning that by the end of the day, he was absolutely shattered.

And that wasn't to mention the amount of labour this contract was, there was a reason it paid so well after all, there were multiple targets and each one of them had to go no exceptions, that combined with what Tangerine would describe as 'excessive yapper'about Thomas the Tank Engine made for an overall ruling day of work.

Tangerine dropped off Lemon at his place and arrived back at his own flat around 10 pm, It was a Thursday night so it wasn't like there were that many people about. He turned off the Engine, running his hands over his face, and then tidied up his moustache in his rear-view mirror, even despite the fact that no one was going to see him in the back of his mind he wanted to look presentable.

The Brit stepped out of his car, locking it and then shoving the keys into his pocket, hustling a small tune to himself. He began to walk up to his flat's door when he noticed something in the corner of his eye, his curiosity being further intrigued when he heard a pair of voices arguing. He perked up a brow, turning his head to the commotion.

There he saw you and a man. Usually Tangerine would just turn a blind eye to any people looking like a couple, to him, romance was honestly a waste of time since he thought it would get in the way of work. But he couldn't help but notice the fact that you looked extremely uncomfortable.

The man who seemed to be in his late thirties was grabbing onto you, pressing you up against the wall whilst you pushed him away countless times, Tangerine managed to pick up on the fact you were saying 'no' over and over again, his eyebrows furrowing as he watched the scene in front of him for a moment. Countless times you pushed the man away as he continued to touch you everywhere he could, making offers about 'taking you home' and all that nonsense.

Tangerine wasn't about to walk away however, despite not being very romantic he was still raised well, especially with his foster mum telling him countless times how 'a lady should be treated.' The assassin gently slid his gun into his back pocket just in case as he began to walk up to you and the man.

"Oi, she told you to fuck off." Tangerine intercepted, the man harassing you looking at the Brit with a scoff, shaking his head in almost amusement.

"Mind your own business, mate, this hasn't got anything to do with you." The man said, gripping your waist tighter. For a moment your eyes met Tangerine's clearly unamused and angry expression, he gave you an almost reassuring look before the Brit continued to speak.

"It clearly fuckin' does have somethin' to do with me when you're touchin' her like that, she's not interested even I could tell that from all the way over there." Tangerine barked back, gesturing back to where he had watched the scene unfold, a familiar anger bubbling within him.