Notes

I don't know what came over me, But seeing Thorin look at this Wall-Street punk, made my skin boil. He stared at this man for well over a few minutes, muttering words while frowning. I didn't know *what* he was saying, but I can only assume he was saying hot stuff about the man.
Then I began thinking, "What does this man have that I don't, Am I not handsome? Is it the striped shirt?" My mother always warned me about the stripes; Said I ought to be running the plains of Africa if I'm gonna steep that low. Of course, I ignored her, I know my own style and know how to pull off that intense Swagger.
Thorin eventually stood up from his seat and began taking the paper and pen out of his pocket, scribbling something fast.
"He's giving him his number? That bastard! HE MADE ME FEEL SPECIAL" I thought to myself, gazing a bit "too" hard at Thorin.
"Hoe don't do it"
He gave the note to the man, walking away back to his seat.
"OH MY GOD"
I leapt from my chair, and smacked the note out of the mans hand.
"WHAT IS THIS SHIT? AM I NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU? IS IT THE STRIPES?" I yelled at Thorin, who was cowering back in fear of the 110-pound man wearing khakis.
He coughed, "What are you on about?"
"THIS NOTE PASSING BUSINESS OF YOURS," At this point I was beginning to sound like a banshee and it was creating quite the scene.
I read the note to myself to further discourage Thorin, only to read:

"Fuck you, thanks for nothing assfuck, <3"

Thorin was snickering to himself, regaining his posture. "Again, What are you on about?".
I began looking around, embarrassed of the huge scene I just caused. More specifically, I looked at the Blondie who seemed to be more amused than mad. My face flustered, lost on where to go.
Thorin pulled my hand and plopped me next to him, Still smirking to himself.
"You are so impossible, I can't even talk to you" I barked at him, Turning away to face the window.
"Not even with coffee?" He mused, poking my sides.
I couldn't help it, I smiled and I turned to him.
"Honestly wish I had kept walking when I bumped into you"
He laughed, "No you don't," Leaning against me.

*No I don't, I really don't*

The rest of the train ride was relatively short, But I didn't want it to end. Thorins radiant heat had hypnotized me and filled me with safeness. I didn't think about home, food, or even where I was heading. All I wanted was to recline against Thorin.
The conductor's voice filled the cabin through the speakers, "Arriving at; 42 Bagend Boulevard, Next stop; 32 Bree street, Manhattan".
Thorins arm unwrapped my shoulder, and looked at me. "I guess this is your stop, grocer".
I looked at him and got up, holding onto the ceiling railing. "By the way, You never did give me a real number," I said, holding my bag in one hand.

He took out his notepad one more time, and began scribbling; Looking at me every once in a while.
Tearing the paper out, He grabbed me by the pocket and tucked the paper in; holding onto my belt-buckle. "Don't worry, Its for real this time," he assured me.
Blushing, I couldn't breathe. The air around me felt thick and I had to get out before I die of suffocation.
I pushed everyone in my way, getting even dirtier looks this time around. I couldn't think about anything. All that was in my mind was Thorin and Air.
I finally reached the doors, leaping out into the bright sunlight and hurrying to a corner for a gasp of air.