C'est la Vee!

“Starting in fifteen minutes, miss. Don’t be late on stage.”

Vee thanked the employee with a soft smile, although stress was starting to clench her guts into a ball. It wasn’t the first time she’d perform on stage, oh no, but something about this place just seemed so out of touch…

She found the gig by pure luck. The payment was a good catch, but it seemed like people were avoiding this jazz club out of some fear. … Judging by the clientele, they looked like a rough bunch – people of many backgrounds and some with scars to match.

This club well-hidden in Harlem appeared frozen in time, its decor an hommage to the golden age of jazz noir and mid to late 1900’s. A window to an era of mystery and drama shroudded in crime…

Vee turned back to her reflection, the mirror and lights around it giving her a good view of what was left to do to her looks. Her dark teal colored hair were assembled in a bun, allowing her to cool down once on stage. Her green eyes were safely hidden behind square black framed glasses, contrasting with the pale color of her skin. A simple dark purple dress was hugging her hourglass form, leaving the upper part strapless and exposing her collar bone area and arms to the world. She bore several tattoos on her arms and one to the left side of her chest, a testament to various chapters of her life.

A sigh left her lips. God, she’d give her soul for a good glass of red wine right about now – to boost her courage a notch.

“It’s just a night like all the others,” she told herself, hoping a pep talk would help. “I go on stage, sing my lil’ songs, close my eyes if I need… Fuck.”

Why couldn’t she shake the feeling away? Didn’t she like a good challenge once in a while? An adventure into the unknown!… Something was in the air, a silent call that was tugging at her soul and pleading her to go up there. A tingling feeling that was now starting to boil her blood and brought her hands to slightly shake – which was always a sign of stress.

She obliged herself up from her chair, trying to motivate herself as she brought a renewed smile to her lips.

It was time.

A band was already playing on stage, their tunes soft and never too extravageant, creating a nice mood for casual conversations. Vee remained at the backstage area, patiently waiting for their song to end.

And once it was her turn, the first thing she saw in the crowd after reaching the microphone was a pair of golden eyes, meeting her gaze.

In this singular moment, her world stopped and all her stress seemed like a distant memory…

Leo entered the building once more, a concerned frown on his face whilst he searched for the genius. He found Donatello standing there, on his phone and he came towards him almost in a rush.

“Me and you have to go. Now” “What?? Why? What’s the emergency?” Donnie’s brows were furrowed, in anger and impatience. It just had to be now, of all moments. Couldn’t Raph and Mikey take care of this?? He deserved a night off, he deserved a break. He was so tired of this, just once he wanted to actually talk to someone and have some company. Just once go on a walk and gaze upon the stars, without a worry in the world. Just spill everything that had haunted his past and now to his present self.

And yet, he couldn’t.

“I-” Leo began but was cut off when the woman reappeared once more. He looked at Donnie and took a deep breath in, patting his brother on the shoulder. ‘I’m really sorry…’ His eyes spoke and Donnie nodded slowly, looking down on the ground. “5 minutes” The leader answered his phone, turning around to go into the car.

“Are you leaving?” Came her soft voice, flooding his ears and Donatello let out a soft sigh, his mind racing with thoughts on what to do. He didn’t want to leave just yet, he wanted to know her a little more. He wanted to experience all the other things these normal people felt and she was one of the first people to actually greet him. She hadn’t the faintest clue on what he truly did but maybe it was better that way. Why should she have to risk her life for a monster like him? She deserved better than what he could have ever provided. He was stupid to think he had a shot at this

“….Goodnight” He looked at her, a warm emotion of something flickered through his honeyed irises before masking it all with a stoic expression. He couldn’t let his guard down over someone whom he barely even met. He turned around and he felt an ache in his chest. It felt like he was leaving his happiness here, but had he expected anything less?

This world found an ounce of happiness and obliterated it within seconds.

A shiver went along her spine, even though the club was warmed by everyone else’s presence. She watched him by the windows get inside a car and the vehicule simply running off into New York’s streets.

...

That was all?

“Starting in fifteen minutes, miss. Don’t be late on stage.”

Vee thanked the employee with a soft smile, although stress was starting to clench her guts into a ball. It wasn’t the first time she’d perform on stage, oh no, but something about this place just seemed so out of touch…

She found the gig by pure luck. The payment was a good catch, but it seemed like people were avoiding this jazz club out of some fear. … Judging by the clientele, they looked like a rough bunch – people of many backgrounds and some with scars to match.

This club well-hidden in Harlem appeared frozen in time, its decor an hommage to the golden age of jazz noir and mid to late 1900’s. A window to an era of mystery and drama shroudded in crime…

Vee turned back to her reflection, the mirror and lights around it giving her a good view of what was left to do to her looks. Her dark teal colored hair were assembled in a bun, allowing her to cool down once on stage. Her green eyes were safely hidden behind square black framed glasses, contrasting with the pale color of her skin. A simple dark purple dress was hugging her hourglass form, leaving the upper part strapless and exposing her collar bone area and arms to the world. She bore several tattoos on her arms and one to the left side of her chest, a testament to various chapters of her life.

A sigh left her lips. God, she’d give her soul for a good glass of red wine right about now – to boost her courage a notch.

“It’s just a night like all the others,” she told herself, hoping a pep talk would help. “I go on stage, sing my lil’ songs, close my eyes if I need… Fuck.”

Why couldn’t she shake the feeling away? Didn’t she like a good challenge once in a while? An adventure into the unknown!… Something was in the air, a silent call that was tugging at her soul and pleading her to go up there. A tingling feeling that was now starting to boil her blood and brought her hands to slightly shake – which was always a sign of stress.

She obliged herself up from her chair, trying to motivate herself as she brought a renewed smile to her lips.

It was time.

A band was already playing on stage, their tunes soft and never too extravageant, creating a nice mood for casual conversations. Vee remained at the backstage area, patiently waiting for their song to end.

And once it was her turn, the first thing she saw in the crowd after reaching the microphone was a pair of golden eyes, meeting her gaze.

In this singular moment, her world stopped and all her stress seemed like a distant memory…

“You need a break, Don. You’ve been working nonstop for months on end” The leader eyed his brother with concern but the genius brushed it off carelessly.

“Considering how many criminals infect this city, it should come of as no surprise. Like you said yourself Leo, this isn’t easy business” Donnie let out a small chuckle, raising his wine glass to his lips to sip the beverage.

“I’m serious. Look, Raph and I took care of the main problems. I’ll be promptly informed if anyone tried anything again, but can you please try to enjoy yourself? I’m told there’s new singer’s and bands that have joined” Leo shot a small smile at his brother, sipping his drink.

Donatello rolled his eyes, choosing to focus on the music instead. To his disappointment, it was coming to an end and someone whom he never heard of was introduced. He barely even gave a second thought, glancing down at his phone while everything was ready for the next person.

He hadn’t expected to find her beautiful.

A brow arched in wonder, eyes slightly narrowing behind his specs in curiosity. What was a beautiful woman like her doing in such an evil town? He tried to look away but he couldn’t. Something about her piqued his interest and yet for the life of him, he couldn’t wonder what exactly it was. When her soft eyes connected with his honeyed ones, it felt like his heart had stopped beating for a split second. These feelings were so foreign to him, he had no idea on how to react simply choosing to ignore it instead. He hated how she was able to make him feel something despite not even knowing him at all.

His eyes drifted down to her dress which hugged her figure very nicely. As if that very dress was made for her and for her only. He wondered why she was here, her dating life, her friends, everything. He definitely hadn’t seen her around before, perhaps she had recently moved in?

‘What is wrong with me??’ He sighed internally, shaking his head. He hadn’t even met this woman and already his mind was reeling with questions.

Donatello leaned back on his chair, swirling his wine gently in the glass whilst his eyes remained on the young woman.

So she was beautiful, would her talents match up?

She almost didn’t hear the band starting, her attention snapping back to reality. Take a deep breath, Vee, she quickly thought. The show must go on. As she closed her eyes, the mood shifted and soon she lost herself into the tune. A song of melancholy that was sure to match the surroundings, a yearning for an unknown, yet still blossoming feeling… A melody and lyrics escaped her lips in a sultry tone:

“It begins to tell,

‘Round midnight, ‘round midnight.

I do pretty well, till after sundown,

Suppertime I’m feelin’ sad;

But it really gets bad,

'Round midnight.

Memories always start 'round midnight, 'round midnight

Haven’t got the heart to stand those memories,

When my heart is still with you,

And ol’ midnight knows it, too.

When some quarrels we had needs mending,

Does it mean that our love is ending.

Darlin’ I need you, lately I find

You’re out of my arms,

And I’m out of my mind.

Let our love take wing,

Some midnight, 'round midnight

Let the angels sing,

For your returning.

Let our love be safe and sound.

When old midnight comes around.”

She could feel shivers down her spine, that electricity in the air that always left her with such a delightful feeling for whenever she was on stage. The danger she once felt in this club was now nonexistent, the ease she experienced being her shield. She had the crowd in the palm of her hand, but the only soul that mattered right now was that golden gaze… Something about him inspired both fear and admiration. Vee had once heard about a notorious clan residing on Manhattan – was he one of them? Those thoughts had to be silenced as music was still unfolding, her repertoire following as planned, like a soothing river. But her curiosity had most certainly been piqued…

He swallowed hard, feeling an uncomfortable feeling deep within his chest. Somehow just by merely glancing at her, he was overcome with a weakness that made him almost nervous and anxious. And he hated that. Downing the last part of wine in his glass, he opened his wallet and placed a couple bills on the table.

“Time to go, Leo” “So soon?” The eldest mutant stood and rolled his eyes at his brother. It was as if when the genius picked up on the slightest bit of feeling, he would run away from it. He wondered if his brother would ever find companion, would he ever find comfort in another human? Could someone love him despite of what he is?

The pair stood up and turned to leave the bar. They talked amongst themselves, lost in conversation and Donnie reached forward to open the door but he was stopped in his tracks when the very young woman that was on stage was now in front of him.

His mouth dried up completely, hands tingling in the slightest but he just looked at her, hoping Leo would break the ice. Though he had a stoic expression on, his heart ricocheted wildly against his chest. He certainly didn’t feel like himself at all.

However he shot a glare at Leo when he answered his phone, going outside to take the call which left both parties standing alone. Technically the crowd was behind them, talking amongst themselves but all he could feel was her. He wanted to get a glance at her but he knew he had taken too many tonight.

Donnie coughed slightly, looking around the building to focus on something as he spoke.

“That was a great performance tonight. You sing beautifully” He nodded, voice a little hoarse. He gripped his jacket tightly in his hands hoping something would diffuse the awkwardness in the air.

As she got to him, she noticed his gaze slightly widening, yet trying to remain stoic. ... Vee didn’t know what to say. Alas the silence was easily broken as the mutant turtle slightly coughed and said:

“That was a great performance tonight. You sing beautifully.”

He was gripping his jacket, the woman then understanding his nervousness. She offered him a sweet smile, taking a small sip of her wine before adding:

“Why thank you, kind sir. As long as my voice can please at least one person, that’s all that matters.”

She slightly hesitated, her eyes scanning his form, trying to figure out his emotions right this moment...

“... Forgive me if this comes out as weird, but... I couldn’t help noticing you in the crowd. I can’t explain it well. I just knew I had to come and find you... And now I hope this will be worth it.”

The turtle seemed surprised, yet offered a smirk.

“Worth it?” he said, lightly amused. “Woman, I sure hope you know who you’re dealing with.”

“A stranger, as far as I know,” she replied. She next extended her hand for a former greeting. “Please, enlighten me. Who do I have the pleasure to meet?”

Knowing she was not a native New Yorker, she had no idea who she was actually dealing with, and she was low-key afraid that she’d made a bad move..... But to hell with it! The night was still young and right now she was intrigued! The other finally gave his hand to shake in return. It was so large compared to hers - strong and protective...

“Donatello,” he answered. “That’s the only thing about me you need to know.” He had a hard time releasing her hand.... “And what about you? I think they announced your name before you got on stage, but my mind must have been elsewhere.”

She was about to answer, but another man came next to her - clearly inebriated - and was trying to grab her attention.

“Hey doll! Whatchu doing tonight? Can I get you a drink?”

Vee was frowning, trying her best to avoid the stranger getting closer. She had no time to reply that Donatello moved first, grabbing the other by his shirt, his voice colored by a touch of venom:

“You will leave the woman alone, unless you have a death wish. Understood?”

Damn! Vee got chills as she could feel the strength from his movements alone! The drunk man’s eyes got wide, rapidly nodding and then walking away as soon as he was released. Donatello was back to normal afterward, his eyes on the woman, as if nothing happened. ... Vee tried to continue the conversation, although still visibly surprised.

“My name is Véronique, but you may call me Vee. It’s easier for those who are not native French speakers.”

“Oh French! Are you from anywhere in particular, then?”

“From Montréal, in Canada,” she answered. “I moved in this city about a year ago.”

She noticed the mutant looking around, then glancing at the exterior - where the other turtle accompanying him had exited, then showed a soft smile to the woman.

“... Mind if we take this conversation elsewhere?”

“I, uhm, I have to gather some things from backstage...”

“I can wait outside, the crowd is getting rather loud anyway,” answered Donatello. “... I plan on having my evening dedicated to you, so I have all the time in the world.”

Vee couldn’t hide her blush, slightly nodding before she went to catch her belongings.

“Starting in fifteen minutes, miss. Don’t be late on stage.”

Vee thanked the employee with a soft smile, although stress was starting to clench her guts into a ball. It wasn’t the first time she’d perform on stage, oh no, but something about this place just seemed so out of touch…

She found the gig by pure luck. The payment was a good catch, but it seemed like people were avoiding this jazz club out of some fear. … Judging by the clientele, they looked like a rough bunch – people of many backgrounds and some with scars to match.

This club well-hidden in Harlem appeared frozen in time, its decor an hommage to the golden age of jazz noir and mid to late 1900’s. A window to an era of mystery and drama shroudded in crime…

Vee turned back to her reflection, the mirror and lights around it giving her a good view of what was left to do to her looks. Her dark teal colored hair were assembled in a bun, allowing her to cool down once on stage. Her green eyes were safely hidden behind square black framed glasses, contrasting with the pale color of her skin. A simple dark purple dress was hugging her hourglass form, leaving the upper part strapless and exposing her collar bone area and arms to the world. She bore several tattoos on her arms and one to the left side of her chest, a testament to various chapters of her life.

A sigh left her lips. God, she’d give her soul for a good glass of red wine right about now – to boost her courage a notch.

“It’s just a night like all the others,” she told herself, hoping a pep talk would help. “I go on stage, sing my lil’ songs, close my eyes if I need… Fuck.”

Why couldn’t she shake the feeling away? Didn’t she like a good challenge once in a while? An adventure into the unknown!… Something was in the air, a silent call that was tugging at her soul and pleading her to go up there. A tingling feeling that was now starting to boil her blood and brought her hands to slightly shake – which was always a sign of stress.

She obliged herself up from her chair, trying to motivate herself as she brought a renewed smile to her lips.

It was time.

A band was already playing on stage, their tunes soft and never too extravageant, creating a nice mood for casual conversations. Vee remained at the backstage area, patiently waiting for their song to end.

And once it was her turn, the first thing she saw in the crowd after reaching the microphone was a pair of golden eyes, meeting her gaze.

In this singular moment, her world stopped and all her stress seemed like a distant memory…

“You need a break, Don. You’ve been working nonstop for months on end” The leader eyed his brother with concern but the genius brushed it off carelessly.

“Considering how many criminals infect this city, it should come of as no surprise. Like you said yourself Leo, this isn’t easy business” Donnie let out a small chuckle, raising his wine glass to his lips to sip the beverage.

“I’m serious. Look, Raph and I took care of the main problems. I’ll be promptly informed if anyone tried anything again, but can you please try to enjoy yourself? I’m told there’s new singer’s and bands that have joined” Leo shot a small smile at his brother, sipping his drink.

Donatello rolled his eyes, choosing to focus on the music instead. To his disappointment, it was coming to an end and someone whom he never heard of was introduced. He barely even gave a second thought, glancing down at his phone while everything was ready for the next person.

He hadn’t expected to find her beautiful.

A brow arched in wonder, eyes slightly narrowing behind his specs in curiosity. What was a beautiful woman like her doing in such an evil town? He tried to look away but he couldn’t. Something about her piqued his interest and yet for the life of him, he couldn’t wonder what exactly it was. When her soft eyes connected with his honeyed ones, it felt like his heart had stopped beating for a split second. These feelings were so foreign to him, he had no idea on how to react simply choosing to ignore it instead. He hated how she was able to make him feel something despite not even knowing him at all.

His eyes drifted down to her dress which hugged her figure very nicely. As if that very dress was made for her and for her only. He wondered why she was here, her dating life, her friends, everything. He definitely hadn’t seen her around before, perhaps she had recently moved in?

‘What is wrong with me??’ He sighed internally, shaking his head. He hadn’t even met this woman and already his mind was reeling with questions.

Donatello leaned back on his chair, swirling his wine gently in the glass whilst his eyes remained on the young woman.

So she was beautiful, would her talents match up?

She almost didn't hear the band starting, her attention snapping back to reality. Take a deep breath, Vee, she quickly thought. The show must go on. As she closed her eyes, the mood shifted and soon she lost herself into the tune. A song of melancholy that was sure to match the surroundings, a yearning for an unknown, yet still blossoming feeling... A melody and lyrics escaped her lips in a sultry tone:

''It begins to tell,

'Round midnight, 'round midnight.

I do pretty well, till after sundown,

Suppertime I'm feelin' sad;

But it really gets bad,

'Round midnight.

Memories always start 'round midnight, 'round midnight

Haven't got the heart to stand those memories,

When my heart is still with you,

And ol' midnight knows it, too.

When some quarrels we had needs mending,

Does it mean that our love is ending.

Darlin' I need you, lately I find

You're out of my arms,

And I'm out of my mind.

Let our love take wing,

Some midnight, 'round midnight

Let the angels sing,

For your returning.

Let our love be safe and sound.

When old midnight comes around.''

She could feel shivers down her spine, that electricity in the air that always left her with such a delightful feeling for whenever she was on stage. The danger she once felt in this club was now nonexistent, the ease she experienced being her shield. She had the crowd in the palm of her hand, but the only soul that mattered right now was that golden gaze... Something about him inspired both fear and admiration. Vee had once heard about a notorious clan residing on Manhattan – was he one of them? Those thoughts had to be silenced as music was still unfolding, her repertoire following as planned, like a soothing river. But her curiosity had most certainly been piqued...

Mun: Indeed I have! They are as tall as trees and skyscrapers, the boys I means. xD Tallest to smallest, now with Sam and HM!

Donatello: 6’8

Raphael: 6’6

Leonardo: 6’4

Michaelangelo: 6’0

Sam: 5’11 (Had to look up what I wrote down for her height LOL)

Kaito (Headmaster): 5’8

So far, maybe, the smallest oc I’m interacting with right now is @southernblossoms ‘s Blossom. She’s a tiny precious bean that might need a hand to climb the giant tree that is Leonardo. 😂 <3

Rushing about her apartment, Ally frantically tried to finish getting ready as time rapidly drew closer to her date’s scheduled arrival. As the young woman slipped on her louboutins she beamed, knowing that he would appreciate them. She wasn’t one for high heels given the pain that goes along with them, but tonight she chose to forfeit comfort in favor of loftiness. At a little over 5'8" she was already relatively tall by most standards, but she could use the extra height for her towering date. He was the tallest among his brothers, after all. 

In all honesty, though, she didn’t know who to expect as her suitor for the night. Vee had kept it a secret, but Ally had high hopes that it was a certain nerdy turtle. Taking one last look in her vanity mirror, she put the finishing touches on her makeup. The moment she did so, there was a tapping at her window. Jolting at first, she quickly placed the sound, and rushed to greet her date for the evening. She hastily fixed her purple dress (x) before sliding the window open to finally reveal the identity of her mystery man. Upon sight of Raphael, her heart sank within her chest. Her elated expression quickly shifting to one of confusion. 

“R-Raph?” the rugged testudine chuckled at her befuddled reaction. “Were ya expectin’ someone else at yer high-rise window tanight?” She was undeniably disappointed, strictly because it wasn’t who she thought it would be. Of course, the turtle in red held a certain charm, but he was no Donatello. However, Ally didn’t want to ruin a possibly great night by dismissing the muscle bound turtle before even giving him a chance. Surely there was some reason why Vee set her up with him, she chose to keep an open mind. As her thoughts wandered, the burly turtle made his way inside, barely fitting through the window. Standing before her, he gazed down with cocky grin. Not allowing her dismay to show, she peered up at the burly terrapin and returned the smile.  He shifted nervously before revealing something he’d been hiding behind him. 

“Here, these are fer you.” He held out in front of you, a small bouquet of blue roses that looked a bit worse for wear. “I don’ personally care fawr dis color, but a lil’ birdie told me this is yer favorite, so…” as he handed them off to you, numerous petals fell to the floor. “Uuuh, er…sawry…they didn’t do too well on the way here, I was runnin’ late, so I was really bookin’ it." 

Ally admitted to herself that it was a sweet gesture, she just couldn’t help but compare him to his brother. Donnie would have delivered these in pristine condition. Shaking her head at the terrible thought she’d just had, she laughed and replied, "Aww, it’s fine, Raph! They’re still beautiful, thank you.” A silence fell between the two which lasted for several minutes before it was broken by Raphael. “So…Ya wanna head out?" 

Not bothering to put the already dying flowers into water, she set them down onto her coffee table before delivering an uncertain answer with a shrug, "Um, sure.” following with an unnecessary fixing of her dress, in a hint that was lost on the oblivious terrapin. She was disappointed that he hadn’t taken notice of the effort she put into dressing herself up for the evening, but she wasn’t all that surprised. When she turned to grab her clutch she found herself suddenly being whisked up into strong scaly arms. 

“Yer green taxi is ready, ma'am.” He released a husky laugh before heading for the window and then proceeded to get stuck in it while trying to get out. “Would ya believe dat this ain’t tha first time this happened?” He admitted sheepishly, trying to make a joke out of the less than savory situation. Climbing out onto the fire escape, she then pulled one of his massive arms as he wiggled himself free. Once out, he immediately grabbed her again, taking off at impressive speed for his size. Making the mistake of glancing down to see the minuscule cars below, the young lady seized hold of Raphael’s neck in fright, and he merely chortled. “I-Is it a bad time to mention that I have a terrible fear of heights?!” Her eyes were now as wide as they could be as she looked to him. 

“Don’ worry, you’ll be just fine, I ain’t gonna drop ya.” Words meant to be reassuring, but only sounded dismissive to her ears. Donnie would have listened. The trip proved short, thankfully, coming to a stop in an alleyway near a manhole cover. The young woman’s blondish-brown hair was windblown, the neatly tied up styling that had taken over forty minutes to achieve was all for naught.

“It took me so long to get my hair like that.” She sighed, struggling to smooth out her messy tresses. 

“Aww, c'mon it don’ look that bad, ya look good wit yer hair down.” scoffed the red-clad turtle, at which point the exasperated woman turned to him and punched his arm with all of her might. The brute jerked in surprise, he didn’t expect so much strength from a dainty thing like her, and he liked it. 

“Ya got some spice in ya.” He smirked, following up with a jovial laugh. By now, Ally had reached her breaking point. Resigning to her awful date, all she could do now was just ride it out. 

“You’re damn right I got spice! Now, let’s get down there, we have people waiting on us.” He nodded in affirmation, making a point to head down the stinky tunnel first so that he could lead the way, despite her having been to the lair previously. Just when she thought things couldn’t possibly get any worse, while climbing down the ladder, Raphael caught a glimpse up her dress and gasped. 

“Uh, um…Ally…I dunno how to tell ya this but…yer dress…I can se–” Knowing exactly what he was referring to, she swiftly covered herself. Thank goodness she decided not to go commando. She screamed internally the rest of the way down into the sewers. This night had already been an unmitigated disaster, and it had yet to even begin. 

The lass found her pace quickening once she caught sight of the lair, eyes filled with hope of some reprieve from hurricane Raph. When her eyes happened upon Vee and Donnie, however, she instantly fell into despair. He was gently nuzzling the top of her head with his as they sat comfortably on the couch. Of course they were together, the lovelorn girl felt ridiculous for having not noticed their budding romance.  Taking in a deep breath, she approached them. She kept her discomfort well concealed, but to anyone with keen empathy, it was quite evident.

“H-hi, guys! How’s it going?” She asked cheerfully as Raphael met her side, slipping his hand around her waist only to have it batted away.

Vee had a hard time staying put, always shifting her position on the couch, her eyes stuck on her terrapin boyfriend as he was setting everything for the movie night to come. Donnie was laying on the floor, doing some tweaking behind the television, plugging in various cables.

''Why? From what you've told me, it all makes sense!'' his voice echoed from behind the device.

''Still! I have this nasty feeling that I did not make the right choice. … Although I know Raph has some feelings for her as well.''

''There you go then, perfect choice!'' cheered the other, a finger popping from behind the television in victory.

The woman sighed in exasperation, her composure slouching on her seat.

''… I'm a bad friend. What if Ally hates my guts only because I made the wrong decision?'' she mumbled next.

She finally spotted the purple clad mutant's eyes as he got up and away from his hiding spot, his expression stern, yet amused. He couldn't stay angry while looking at her, especially when she was wearing that casual and simple black dress – very cute by the way, ten outta ten. His weakness... ANYWAY. He finally moved towards the couch, sitting next to Vee and bringing an arm around her shoulders, getting her nearer to him. He nuzzled the top of her head, his smile forever present.

''You're a good friend, Vee. If anything ever has to go wrong, life will still go on.''

''Welp that's half reassuring,'' softly giggled the woman as the other kept nuzzling her hair.

''H-hi, guys! How's it going?''

Vee jumped a little as she heard Ally's voice, turning around just in time to see her friend swatting away Raphael's hand that he tried to slip around her waist. Shit, this is bad. The artist still tried to shift the mood, promptly getting up and walking towards her friend, a smile invading her traits.

''Oh my, Ally! That dress is so pretty!''

She noted some relief on the other woman's face, a soft expression lighting her features.

''Thanks. … I thought tonight would be a nice occasion to wear it. … Although I'm regretting my choice a little.''

''Why?'' asked Vee, frowning a little, curious.

She noticed the other pause, her lips forming a thin line until her expression changed; her eyes widening a little and her smile renewed as she moved towards Donatello.

''SO! Everything's up and ready for tonight?'' asked Ally.

''Uh, yeah, sure it is!'' replied the tall mutant, briefly glancing at Raph who was shrugging in a 'I don't know what's going on' gesture. ''Vee and I were bringing up the last touches.''

At the artist's mention, the emerald haired woman was now coming next to the bespectacled turtle's side, hands on her hips and flashing a bright smile as Donnie left a hand at the small of her back.

''Now all we need to know is for what kind of movie should we settle for! Comedy? Action? Or, may I dare suggest; romance?'' she ended with a playful wag of her eyebrows.

“Who are you meeting again?”

Blossom noted the distracted quality to the deep baritone but she smiled, understanding his preoccupation. It was the turtle’s habit to check in before patrol and he was on his way out, their evenings diverging in two very different directions though they would manage to end at the same destination: her home.

“Véronique,” she reminded him. “The girl from the coffee shop last week? She grabbed my drink, I grabbed hers-”

“Ahhhh right.” A low hum. “I remember. The freelancer?”

“That would be her.” 

“And she grabbed your coffee…I’m surprised she lived to tell the tale.” Blossom’s dimples flashed, her laughter soft at Leonardo’s gentle tease.

“Very funny. That was one time and only because your brother switched my cup to decaf.”

“A true offense,” he chuckled. It was a warm, pleasant sound that sent a delicate flush into her cheeks. Blossom’s voice was colored with affection as she agreed with him.

“The worst.” 

A shout-Raphael most likely-carried through the receiver. Blossom glanced over her shoulder as Leonardo responded, surveying the line of vehicles behind her, the car still lingering by the curb. The lights from The Met sparkled against the darkening Manhattan backdrop and her pulse quickened, delighted to see the special performance of Debussy’s “Pelléas et Mélisande” with her new friend. 

A short rap on her window brought her from her musings. It was an indication that it was time for her to exit the vehicle. Quietly thanking the car service sent by the donor of the two tickets she dabbed the corners of her lips quickly. Confident the rosy gloss had been adequately applied she exhaled and shifted in her seat, the folds of petal pink chiffon elegantly falling to the side.

 “I’m here,” Blossom said quickly. Her legs uncrossed to angle them and leave the interior of the car. Accepting the offered hand she mouthed her thanks and began to scan the crowd for the pretty bespectacled woman. “I’ll see you later?”

“You will.” Leonardo’s tenor had slipped from easygoing to serious, his night of work beginning. “Keep the bed warm for me?”

“Always,” she murmured. “Be safe, Leo.”

“Always.” He returned the simple endearment with reverent quietude. “Enjoy the opera with Véronique.”

Blossom’s smile was faint but happy as she put the phone away, her expression brightening further as she saw her new friend waving enthusiastically from the steps. Laughing as she made her way through the throng of opera goers the petite brunette extended a ticket and a quick hug.

“Vee! I’m so glad you made it!” she exclaimed. “When you mentioned this was one of your favorite operas I couldn’t believe my good fortune. How has your week been?”

Accepting the program from an usher she passed one to her companion, her smile softening, growing thoughtful. Tipping her head to the side, she brushed a glossy curl over her shoulder, still amused, but more than that, amazed. 

She and Vee shared many commonalities, but in a strange coincidence they were beginning to branch out even further. How funny.

“You know,” Vee’s curiosity broke through her musings. “Now that you bring him up, why didn’t you invite your boyfriend?”

Blossom’s dimples winked when she smiled, her giggles bright with amusement as she imagined the large turtle sitting beside her. It was all too easy to picture the long-suffering glances he’d undoubtedly send as he suffered through each act.

“He’s not an opera lover. He doesn’t mind listening to it,” she explained,”but he has his limits. Besides, it would be near impossible to get time off from his job.”

“Oh?” Vee touched a deep emerald strand, the dainty bats along her skin seeming to flutter as she turned in her seat. “Why is that?”

“He works nights.”

A simple and honest reply.

“In security.”

Also unembellished and truthful…from a certain point of view. Vee nodded slowly, the faintest strains of the orchestra drawing both pairs of eyes towards the stage. The women shared a glance, grinning, excited for the performance ahead.

“It’s a small company I’m guessing?”

“Very small,” Blossom confirmed. Quietly she sighed, knowing what he was doing, what he and his brothers faced every night. “It’s just him and, well, his brothers, but they’re good at what they do…the only ones who can do what they do. But I’ll see him after, in the morning, and I’ll get to share every moment of tonight with him-and about you!”

Blossom gave the other woman a playful tap on her shoulder with the tip of her finger.

“And since turnabout is fair play, I’ve told you a bit about mine, but what about your beau? Tell me a bit more about him.”

They stood with the crowd, enthusiastically applauding the cast as they took their bows. An invitation for a private party was extended to the attendees, but neither woman could even think of doing anything but leaving. There was so much to talk about!

“Should we?” 

Blossom gestured with an elegant twirl of fingers towards the back of the Met, Vee quickly agreeing, picking up her skirt as they both made their way through the throng. “I can’t believe this,” Blossom said over her shoulder. “Of all the people to meet, and in such a serendipitous fashion!”

Vee’s grin was filled with amazement as well. Her hair bounced as she moved quickly. Soon enough they were outdoors, many leaving by car or calling for cabs. Blossom touched her friend’s elbow, though, indicating a turn to the left rather than heading for a vehicle. “There’s a sleepy little coffee shop down the block. I call it my secret weapon-or hidden gem. It all depends on the day of the week,” she laughed softly. Her dark curls were ruffled by the mid-summer wind, the diaphanous pale pink of her gown fluttering delicately as she turned on her toes.

“Let’s go!” Vee agreed, beginning to tap her hip lightly. “You know, I still can’t believe none of us put this together before now. I realize we’ve only know each other a week but still!” Reaching into her clutch Blossom pulled out her phone and began to type. 

“Even ninja’s can miss the obvious,” Blossom murmured with a playful smile. “We all do. I’m going to let Leo know I might be home later than expected, but gracious. I cannot wait to tell him why!”  Her smile softened as she typed out a brief message then hit send.

You may arrive home before me. Make yourself comfortable and keep the bed warm? All my love ~B

Linking arms with her new friend the pair chatted about the superficial as they navigated the crowds. Once arriving at Bel Ami, they realized they were alone with the staff in the charming French cafe. Settling into a cozy corner, their beverages and a little patisserie were delivered with a flourish. Blossom sipped her cafe au lait, savoring the rich, velvety flavor of home.

“You know,” she hummed softly. “Now I need to know the entire story of how you and Donnie met. I suspect a few things may have been left out and considering the uniqueness of our situations, I’d be happy to do the same.” Her fingers traced the pattern on the table. “It’s nice to be able share this with someone else.”

A warm feeling invaded Vee, that sentence alone easing down the remaining traces of stress she felt.

“Who are you meeting again?”

Blossom noted the distracted quality to the deep baritone but she smiled, understanding his preoccupation. It was the turtle’s habit to check in before patrol and he was on his way out, their evenings diverging in two very different directions though they would manage to end at the same destination: her home.

“Véronique,” she reminded him. “The girl from the coffee shop last week? She grabbed my drink, I grabbed hers-”

“Ahhhh right.” A low hum. “I remember. The freelancer?”

“That would be her.” 

“And she grabbed your coffee…I’m surprised she lived to tell the tale.” Blossom’s dimples flashed, her laughter soft at Leonardo’s gentle tease.

“Very funny. That was one time and only because your brother switched my cup to decaf.”

“A true offense,” he chuckled. It was a warm, pleasant sound that sent a delicate flush into her cheeks. Blossom’s voice was colored with affection as she agreed with him.

“The worst.” 

A shout-Raphael most likely-carried through the receiver. Blossom glanced over her shoulder as Leonardo responded, surveying the line of vehicles behind her, the car still lingering by the curb. The lights from The Met sparkled against the darkening Manhattan backdrop and her pulse quickened, delighted to see the special performance of Debussy’s “Pelléas et Mélisande” with her new friend. 

A short rap on her window brought her from her musings. It was an indication that it was time for her to exit the vehicle. Quietly thanking the car service sent by the donor of the two tickets she dabbed the corners of her lips quickly. Confident the rosy gloss had been adequately applied she exhaled and shifted in her seat, the folds of petal pink chiffon elegantly falling to the side.

 “I’m here,” Blossom said quickly. Her legs uncrossed to angle them and leave the interior of the car. Accepting the offered hand she mouthed her thanks and began to scan the crowd for the pretty bespectacled woman. “I’ll see you later?”

“You will.” Leonardo’s tenor had slipped from easygoing to serious, his night of work beginning. “Keep the bed warm for me?”

“Always,” she murmured. “Be safe, Leo.”

“Always.” He returned the simple endearment with reverent quietude. “Enjoy the opera with Véronique.”

Blossom’s smile was faint but happy as she put the phone away, her expression brightening further as she saw her new friend waving enthusiastically from the steps. Laughing as she made her way through the throng of opera goers the petite brunette extended a ticket and a quick hug.

“Vee! I’m so glad you made it!” she exclaimed. “When you mentioned this was one of your favorite operas I couldn’t believe my good fortune. How has your week been?”

Accepting the program from an usher she passed one to her companion, her smile softening, growing thoughtful. Tipping her head to the side, she brushed a glossy curl over her shoulder, still amused, but more than that, amazed. 

She and Vee shared many commonalities, but in a strange coincidence they were beginning to branch out even further. How funny.

“You know,” Vee’s curiosity broke through her musings. “Now that you bring him up, why didn’t you invite your boyfriend?”

Blossom’s dimples winked when she smiled, her giggles bright with amusement as she imagined the large turtle sitting beside her. It was all too easy to picture the long-suffering glances he’d undoubtedly send as he suffered through each act.

“He’s not an opera lover. He doesn’t mind listening to it,” she explained,”but he has his limits. Besides, it would be near impossible to get time off from his job.”

“Oh?” Vee touched a deep emerald strand, the dainty bats along her skin seeming to flutter as she turned in her seat. “Why is that?”

“He works nights.”

A simple and honest reply.

“In security.”

Also unembellished and truthful…from a certain point of view. Vee nodded slowly, the faintest strains of the orchestra drawing both pairs of eyes towards the stage. The women shared a glance, grinning, excited for the performance ahead.

“It’s a small company I’m guessing?”

“Very small,” Blossom confirmed. Quietly she sighed, knowing what he was doing, what he and his brothers faced every night. “It’s just him and, well, his brothers, but they’re good at what they do…the only ones who can do what they do. But I’ll see him after, in the morning, and I’ll get to share every moment of tonight with him-and about you!”

Blossom gave the other woman a playful tap on her shoulder with the tip of her finger.

“And since turnabout is fair play, I’ve told you a bit about mine, but what about your beau? Tell me a bit more about him.”

They stood with the crowd, enthusiastically applauding the cast as they took their bows. An invitation for a private party was extended to the attendees, but neither woman could even think of doing anything but leaving. There was so much to talk about!

“Should we?” 

Blossom gestured with an elegant twirl of fingers towards the back of the Met, Vee quickly agreeing, picking up her skirt as they both made their way through the throng. “I can’t believe this,” Blossom said over her shoulder. “Of all the people to meet, and in such a serendipitous fashion!”

Vee’s grin was filled with amazement as well. Her hair bounced as she moved quickly. Soon enough they were outdoors, many leaving by car or calling for cabs. Blossom touched her friend’s elbow, though, indicating a turn to the left rather than heading for a vehicle. “There’s a sleepy little coffee shop down the block. I call it my secret weapon-or hidden gem. It all depends on the day of the week,” she laughed softly. Her dark curls were ruffled by the mid-summer wind, the diaphanous pale pink of her gown fluttering delicately as she turned on her toes.

“Let’s go!” Vee agreed, beginning to tap her hip lightly. “You know, I still can’t believe none of us put this together before now. I realize we’ve only know each other a week but still!” Reaching into her clutch Blossom pulled out her phone and began to type. 

“Even ninja’s can miss the obvious,” Blossom murmured with a playful smile. “We all do. I’m going to let Leo know I might be home later than expected, but gracious. I cannot wait to tell him why!”  Her smile softened as she typed out a brief message then hit send.

You may arrive home before me. Make yourself comfortable and keep the bed warm? All my love ~B

Linking arms with her new friend the pair chatted about the superficial as they navigated the crowds. Once arriving at Bel Ami, they realized they were alone with the staff in the charming French cafe. Settling into a cozy corner, their beverages and a little patisserie were delivered with a flourish. Blossom sipped her cafe au lait, savoring the rich, velvety flavor of home.

“You know,” she hummed softly. “Now I need to know the entire story of how you and Donnie met. I suspect a few things may have been left out and considering the uniqueness of our situations, I’d be happy to do the same.” Her fingers traced the pattern on the table. “It’s nice to be able share this with someone else.”

In no time they were up and on their way to the Hart Foundation, their step light as excitement couldn't stop rushing over them. There was this small trace of fear nestled in the back of Vee's mind, wondering if she didn't rush things for Donnie. … But in one way or another, she knew this relation couldn't stay secret for so long and, frankly, she longed to know why he waited to tell...

***

''Really?''

Gosh, Leo's amused tone had this underlayer of 'you're in trouble, mister', and Donnie hated it. He couldn't look up to his brother properly, shyly looking away while rubbing the back of his neck.

''Uhm, yeah.''

''Vee … that's the girl we saw a couple of times, right? I remember when you wanted us to swing by a certain jazz club in order to 'escort a friend'.'' ''Well, she was indeed a friend back then! The- the relation is still new. Only a month and a half-''

''And you didn't even tell us her full name!'' promptly added Leonardo. ''Have I known it was Véronique, I would have informed Blossom right away that she was aware of us.''

Their eyes finally met, the leader easily noticing some uneasiness from the purple clad terrapin. With a brief sigh, Leo was on the move, patting Donnie's shoulder on the way.

''Let's get to Hart first and then we'll all talk. … I'm not too angry, by the way.''

He rallied the two other brothers to him and soon the four of them were back in action.

The trip went smoothly as the mutants landed into the garden. It was a peaceful place, filled with green and with the calming soundtrack of a small fountain nearby. It was quite the small sanctuary, the abundance of vegetation good enough to forget the concrete jungle on the other side of the brick walls. Donnie loved the place, knowing that being here would most certainly calm his nerves for what was about to come...

''Soooo, why are we at Hart?'' started Mikey, near the fountain and one finger mindlessly fiddling in the water. ''We're meeting up with Blossom?''

Leo eyed Donnie, waiting to see the tall turtle's reaction. Seeing as he simply shrugged, gesturing that the truth may as well be spoken, the blue clad mutant spoke matter-of-factly:

''Yes and no. Blossom will indeed be here, but she will also be accompanied by Donnie's girlfriend.''

Raph and Mikey froze, their gazes widening as they directly looked at Donatello. Their silence was brief and soon replaced by comments and questions.

''Since when?''

''Look at you, bein' all secretive and shit!''

''Who is it?''

''I bet she's as nerdy as him.''

''Did you guys do the thing??''

''Annnnd, the questions will stop there,'' calmly stopped Donnie. ''Look, guys, first you've already seen her. And, second, this right now is a lot to deal with...''

Raph huffed: ''And what about us? It's a lot to take in too! Why'd you keep such thing as a secret? You're ashamed of us, is that it?''

''No! Not at all! I-''

''Or maybe you think you're special now, huh?''

''Raph, let him speak,'' interjected the leader, stern.

''… Sure, but I wanna know the lady's side of the story, too.''

As Donnie sighed, composing himself for the explanation to come, all four turtles' attention snapped to one entrance of the garden, hearing voices coming their way. They first noticed Blossom in an elegant dress, the brunette's smile already showing up as her eyes met the mutants – and especially Leo. Then followed Vee, a light blush apparent on her cheeks, due to shyness.

''Look at them sweet mamas!'' complimented Mikey with a quick laugh as they approached.

Sweet indeed! Donnie was frozen in place as he got a good look at the emerald haired woman. All he could hear was the loud thumping of his heartbeat, his respiration short. Her dress may have looked simple to some, but for him it was the most perfect piece of clothing he could have ever seen. He realized a little too late that she was now before him, a small ''hey'' escaping her lips as a greeting, one of her hands gently getting a hold of one of his. The mutant's first reaction would have been to greet her with a sweet kiss..., but as he knew the others were watching, he was lightly panicking. He instead chose to bring up her hand he was now holding, leaving a peck on top and then showing a cute smile.

''Hello, beautiful,'' he said in a tone only for her to hear, instantly deepening the blush on Vee's cheeks.

''Hey I recognize her now, she's your singer friend!'' chided in Mikey's voice once more.

Donatello's heart was now swelling with pride, now facing the others as he left a hand at the small of the woman's back. Now that Vee was here, he strangely felt more at ease.

''But wait,'' interjected Raph, trying to piece some things together. ''She arrived with Blossom... Did they know eachother before or...?''

“Who are you meeting again?”

Blossom noted the distracted quality to the deep baritone but she smiled, understanding his preoccupation. It was the turtle’s habit to check in before patrol and he was on his way out, their evenings diverging in two very different directions though they would manage to end at the same destination: her home.

“Véronique,” she reminded him. “The girl from the coffee shop last week? She grabbed my drink, I grabbed hers-”

“Ahhhh right.” A low hum. “I remember. The freelancer?”

“That would be her.” 

“And she grabbed your coffee…I’m surprised she lived to tell the tale.” Blossom’s dimples flashed, her laughter soft at Leonardo’s gentle tease.

“Very funny. That was one time and only because your brother switched my cup to decaf.”

“A true offense,” he chuckled. It was a warm, pleasant sound that sent a delicate flush into her cheeks. Blossom’s voice was colored with affection as she agreed with him.

“The worst.” 

A shout-Raphael most likely-carried through the receiver. Blossom glanced over her shoulder as Leonardo responded, surveying the line of vehicles behind her, the car still lingering by the curb. The lights from The Met sparkled against the darkening Manhattan backdrop and her pulse quickened, delighted to see the special performance of Debussy’s “Pelléas et Mélisande” with her new friend. 

A short rap on her window brought her from her musings. It was an indication that it was time for her to exit the vehicle. Quietly thanking the car service sent by the donor of the two tickets she dabbed the corners of her lips quickly. Confident the rosy gloss had been adequately applied she exhaled and shifted in her seat, the folds of petal pink chiffon elegantly falling to the side.

 “I’m here,” Blossom said quickly. Her legs uncrossed to angle them and leave the interior of the car. Accepting the offered hand she mouthed her thanks and began to scan the crowd for the pretty bespectacled woman. “I’ll see you later?”

“You will.” Leonardo’s tenor had slipped from easygoing to serious, his night of work beginning. “Keep the bed warm for me?”

“Always,” she murmured. “Be safe, Leo.”

“Always.” He returned the simple endearment with reverent quietude. “Enjoy the opera with Véronique.”

Blossom’s smile was faint but happy as she put the phone away, her expression brightening further as she saw her new friend waving enthusiastically from the steps. Laughing as she made her way through the throng of opera goers the petite brunette extended a ticket and a quick hug.

“Vee! I’m so glad you made it!” she exclaimed. “When you mentioned this was one of your favorite operas I couldn’t believe my good fortune. How has your week been?”

Accepting the program from an usher she passed one to her companion, her smile softening, growing thoughtful. Tipping her head to the side, she brushed a glossy curl over her shoulder, still amused, but more than that, amazed. 

She and Vee shared many commonalities, but in a strange coincidence they were beginning to branch out even further. How funny.

“You know,” Vee’s curiosity broke through her musings. “Now that you bring him up, why didn’t you invite your boyfriend?”

Blossom’s dimples winked when she smiled, her giggles bright with amusement as she imagined the large turtle sitting beside her. It was all too easy to picture the long-suffering glances he’d undoubtedly send as he suffered through each act.

“He’s not an opera lover. He doesn’t mind listening to it,” she explained,”but he has his limits. Besides, it would be near impossible to get time off from his job.”

“Oh?” Vee touched a deep emerald strand, the dainty bats along her skin seeming to flutter as she turned in her seat. “Why is that?”

“He works nights.”

A simple and honest reply.

“In security.”

Also unembellished and truthful…from a certain point of view. Vee nodded slowly, the faintest strains of the orchestra drawing both pairs of eyes towards the stage. The women shared a glance, grinning, excited for the performance ahead.

“It’s a small company I’m guessing?”

“Very small,” Blossom confirmed. Quietly she sighed, knowing what he was doing, what he and his brothers faced every night. “It’s just him and, well, his brothers, but they’re good at what they do…the only ones who can do what they do. But I’ll see him after, in the morning, and I’ll get to share every moment of tonight with him-and about you!”

Blossom gave the other woman a playful tap on her shoulder with the tip of her finger.

“And since turnabout is fair play, I’ve told you a bit about mine, but what about your beau? Tell me a bit more about him.”

They stood with the crowd, enthusiastically applauding the cast as they took their bows. An invitation for a private party was extended to the attendees, but neither woman could even think of doing anything but leaving. There was so much to talk about!

“Should we?” 

Blossom gestured with an elegant twirl of fingers towards the back of the Met, Vee quickly agreeing, picking up her skirt as they both made their way through the throng. “I can’t believe this,” Blossom said over her shoulder. “Of all the people to meet, and in such a serendipitous fashion!”

Vee’s grin was filled with amazement as well. Her hair bounced as she moved quickly. Soon enough they were outdoors, many leaving by car or calling for cabs. Blossom touched her friend’s elbow, though, indicating a turn to the left rather than heading for a vehicle. “There’s a sleepy little coffee shop down the block. I call it my secret weapon-or hidden gem. It all depends on the day of the week,” she laughed softly. Her dark curls were ruffled by the mid-summer wind, the diaphanous pale pink of her gown fluttering delicately as she turned on her toes.

“Let’s go!” Vee agreed, beginning to tap her hip lightly. “You know, I still can’t believe none of us put this together before now. I realize we’ve only know each other a week but still!” Reaching into her clutch Blossom pulled out her phone and began to type. 

“Even ninja’s can miss the obvious,” Blossom murmured with a playful smile. “We all do. I’m going to let Leo know I might be home later than expected, but gracious. I cannot wait to tell him why!”  Her smile softened as she typed out a brief message then hit send.

You may arrive home before me. Make yourself comfortable and keep the bed warm? All my love ~B

Linking arms with her new friend the pair chatted about the superficial as they navigated the crowds. Once arriving at Bel Ami, they realized they were alone with the staff in the charming French cafe. Settling into a cozy corner, their beverages and a little patisserie were delivered with a flourish. Blossom sipped her cafe au lait, savoring the rich, velvety flavor of home.

“You know,” she hummed softly. “Now I need to know the entire story of how you and Donnie met. I suspect a few things may have been left out and considering the uniqueness of our situations, I’d be happy to do the same.” Her fingers traced the pattern on the table. “It’s nice to be able share this with someone else.”

Vee was definitely moved by the tale, her heart on a cloud whenever she would hear a tale about the turtles' good deeds. Now that she knew of Blossom's relationship with Leonardo, it was easy to see how those two probably had a good chemistry. Both elegant and poised, it was no surprise that they would attract one another. Oh she could already see it now: double dates, planning special things for the boys with the brunette. Her newfound camaraderie in this secret side of her life was like a breath of fresh air, glad she knew she could turn to someone whenever facing any concerns.

''I do wonder how Leo, Raph and Mikey will react about Donnie and I,'' pondered Vee after taking a sip of coffee. ''I suspect astonishment and light teasing, but who knows if they will be angered since it was somehow kept as a secret...''

''I want to say they'll be relieved.'' Blossom's smile was soft and sincere. ''Especially Leo. Knowing his concerns about his brother's secret activities, I'm sure he'll be glad to know it wasn't for something life-threatening. … Although, I wouldn't be surprised if he did scold him a little – being a big brother surely comes with a lot of worries,'' she lightly laughed.

''Oh, I have no doubt about that. Older siblings are such worrywarts! My two sisters were a pain after I announced that I would come live in New York-''

Vee's comment was cut short as her cellphone sprung to life, the screen lighting up to a name that brought a smirk on the artist's face. Donnie. Well, well, well, what a turn of events. … Although Vee did realize that she forgot to tell him that she'd come home late!

She showed the name to Blossom: ''Should I answer? Should we ask for a meeting tonight and see what's really going on in his mind? Maybe bring Leo too?''

The brunette’s eyes were widening a little, a delighted smile showing on her lips.

''Put him through,'' she simply answered.

Vee snickered, opening the call and putting the other on speaker. She had an amused sly look on her face as she first spoke: ''Bonsoir~.'' ''Hey Vee, uh, … where are you? Why are you not home? Is something wrong?'' Guh! Such a sweetheart. ''I'm sorry, n'amour, I completely forgot to tell you that I was out taking a coffee. … A lot of things have been going on.'' ''Such as what?'' The artist bit her bottom lip, trying to retain her giggle. ''I think there's someone who wants to say hi. It's time for you to meet my opera buddy.'' She turned the phone around so the microphone would face Blossom. The other woman did not hesitate to strike for the inevitable. ''Good evening Donnie. I do hope patrol went well?''

Silence. A sharp sigh was heard – the terrapin's mind surely rebooting after a couple of seconds.

''Oh crap.... Hi Blossom.''

“Who are you meeting again?”

Blossom noted the distracted quality to the deep baritone but she smiled, understanding his preoccupation. It was the turtle’s habit to check in before patrol and he was on his way out, their evenings diverging in two very different directions though they would manage to end at the same destination: her home.

“Véronique,” she reminded him. “The girl from the coffee shop last week? She grabbed my drink, I grabbed hers-”

“Ahhhh right.” A low hum. “I remember. The freelancer?”

“That would be her.” 

“And she grabbed your coffee…I’m surprised she lived to tell the tale.” Blossom’s dimples flashed, her laughter soft at Leonardo’s gentle tease.

“Very funny. That was one time and only because your brother switched my cup to decaf.”

“A true offense,” he chuckled. It was a warm, pleasant sound that sent a delicate flush into her cheeks. Blossom’s voice was colored with affection as she agreed with him.

“The worst.” 

A shout-Raphael most likely-carried through the receiver. Blossom glanced over her shoulder as Leonardo responded, surveying the line of vehicles behind her, the car still lingering by the curb. The lights from The Met sparkled against the darkening Manhattan backdrop and her pulse quickened, delighted to see the special performance of Debussy’s “Pelléas et Mélisande” with her new friend. 

A short rap on her window brought her from her musings. It was an indication that it was time for her to exit the vehicle. Quietly thanking the car service sent by the donor of the two tickets she dabbed the corners of her lips quickly. Confident the rosy gloss had been adequately applied she exhaled and shifted in her seat, the folds of petal pink chiffon elegantly falling to the side.

 “I’m here,” Blossom said quickly. Her legs uncrossed to angle them and leave the interior of the car. Accepting the offered hand she mouthed her thanks and began to scan the crowd for the pretty bespectacled woman. “I’ll see you later?”

“You will.” Leonardo’s tenor had slipped from easygoing to serious, his night of work beginning. “Keep the bed warm for me?”

“Always,” she murmured. “Be safe, Leo.”

“Always.” He returned the simple endearment with reverent quietude. “Enjoy the opera with Véronique.”

Blossom’s smile was faint but happy as she put the phone away, her expression brightening further as she saw her new friend waving enthusiastically from the steps. Laughing as she made her way through the throng of opera goers the petite brunette extended a ticket and a quick hug.

“Vee! I’m so glad you made it!” she exclaimed. “When you mentioned this was one of your favorite operas I couldn’t believe my good fortune. How has your week been?”

Accepting the program from an usher she passed one to her companion, her smile softening, growing thoughtful. Tipping her head to the side, she brushed a glossy curl over her shoulder, still amused, but more than that, amazed. 

She and Vee shared many commonalities, but in a strange coincidence they were beginning to branch out even further. How funny.

“You know,” Vee’s curiosity broke through her musings. “Now that you bring him up, why didn’t you invite your boyfriend?”

Blossom’s dimples winked when she smiled, her giggles bright with amusement as she imagined the large turtle sitting beside her. It was all too easy to picture the long-suffering glances he’d undoubtedly send as he suffered through each act.

“He’s not an opera lover. He doesn’t mind listening to it,” she explained,”but he has his limits. Besides, it would be near impossible to get time off from his job.”

“Oh?” Vee touched a deep emerald strand, the dainty bats along her skin seeming to flutter as she turned in her seat. “Why is that?”

“He works nights.”

A simple and honest reply.

“In security.”

Also unembellished and truthful…from a certain point of view. Vee nodded slowly, the faintest strains of the orchestra drawing both pairs of eyes towards the stage. The women shared a glance, grinning, excited for the performance ahead.

“It’s a small company I’m guessing?”

“Very small,” Blossom confirmed. Quietly she sighed, knowing what he was doing, what he and his brothers faced every night. “It’s just him and, well, his brothers, but they’re good at what they do…the only ones who can do what they do. But I’ll see him after, in the morning, and I’ll get to share every moment of tonight with him-and about you!”

Blossom gave the other woman a playful tap on her shoulder with the tip of her finger.

“And since turnabout is fair play, I’ve told you a bit about mine, but what about your beau? Tell me a bit more about him.”

They stood with the crowd, enthusiastically applauding the cast as they took their bows. An invitation for a private party was extended to the attendees, but neither woman could even think of doing anything but leaving. There was so much to talk about!

“Should we?” 

Blossom gestured with an elegant twirl of fingers towards the back of the Met, Vee quickly agreeing, picking up her skirt as they both made their way through the throng. “I can’t believe this,” Blossom said over her shoulder. “Of all the people to meet, and in such a serendipitous fashion!”

Vee’s grin was filled with amazement as well. Her hair bounced as she moved quickly. Soon enough they were outdoors, many leaving by car or calling for cabs. Blossom touched her friend’s elbow, though, indicating a turn to the left rather than heading for a vehicle. “There’s a sleepy little coffee shop down the block. I call it my secret weapon-or hidden gem. It all depends on the day of the week,” she laughed softly. Her dark curls were ruffled by the mid-summer wind, the diaphanous pale pink of her gown fluttering delicately as she turned on her toes.

“Let’s go!” Vee agreed, beginning to tap her hip lightly. “You know, I still can’t believe none of us put this together before now. I realize we’ve only know each other a week but still!” Reaching into her clutch Blossom pulled out her phone and began to type. 

“Even ninja’s can miss the obvious,” Blossom murmured with a playful smile. “We all do. I’m going to let Leo know I might be home later than expected, but gracious. I cannot wait to tell him why!”  Her smile softened as she typed out a brief message then hit send.

You may arrive home before me. Make yourself comfortable and keep the bed warm? All my love ~B

Linking arms with her new friend the pair chatted about the superficial as they navigated the crowds. Once arriving at Bel Ami, they realized they were alone with the staff in the charming French cafe. Settling into a cozy corner, their beverages and a little patisserie were delivered with a flourish. Blossom sipped her cafe au lait, savoring the rich, velvety flavor of home.

“You know,” she hummed softly. “Now I need to know the entire story of how you and Donnie met. I suspect a few things may have been left out and considering the uniqueness of our situations, I’d be happy to do the same.” Her fingers traced the pattern on the table. “It’s nice to be able share this with someone else.”

This whole situation seemed surreal for a moment; both women dressed in fancy dresses, enjoying a brew in the dark of the night, seated in a cozy coffee shop... It was perfect. Vee could finally relax, her fingers lightly fiddling around her beverage as a soft smile appeared on her lips, following Blossom's comments.

''I do think it's nice as well,'' she started. ''To keep such secret is a heavy feeling on my heart at times.... I'm so proud of Donnie and I wish I could show everyone how remarkable he is!...'' She hunched a bit over the table, nearing Blossom. ''Anyway, enough gushing. Here comes the tale of our weird first encounter.''

Blossom was all ears, unable to look away from the other woman.

''The beginning is still true in itself,'' said Vee. ''I was coming out of a music gig and that guy decided to follow me. Usually I don't mind it much as I have lived through similar scenarios back in Montréal, but this time that man was very annoying. … At first I tried to curse at him in French, hoping it would scare him or something, but I guess it was a very poor choice as it only triggered the other to get nearer. Next thing I knew we were deep into an alley, the whole thing occuring in a blur.'' She paused, taking a sip. ''… It's hard to remember correctly because I was simply panicking at that point! Things only started to make sense somehow after I saw him get pushed back by some sort of pole. How convenient and yet strange, I first thought. Then I heard the man starting to get scared and talking some nonsense like 'What are you?' or 'Get away from me!' and then … off he was!''

Vee tried to stifle her laugh, a short snort escaping her instead as she remembered the following events.

''I'm so embarassed – when my savior came near and asked if I was alright, I just started to blabber in French, confused as hell! Also I had a clear visual on him and I was so shocked at the same time, but not as much as Donnie as I could read confusion all over his face. When I finally realized, I stopped, breathed, and said: 'What an evening, heh?'.''

She hid her face for a moment, shy as Blossom let out a melodious laughter.

''Oh he laughed too, alright!'' continued Vee. ''It was just so unexpected. … Seeing that I wasn't screaming my lungs out at the sight of him, he asked if I needed some company until I was calmed down. I accepted and from there our meetings were becoming more and more of a natural occurrence.'' Her expression was now dreamy as she recalled strings of the past. ''He sneaked into some of my gigs, next watching over me as I would walk back home. During those moments we would talk on the phone – near and yet far from one another. That's how he learned about the other part of my freelance lifestyle; illustration and animation. Soon enough he was standing in my apartment, exploring little parts of my world, and our conversations were endless. … This went on for about five or six months before our feelings finally surfaced up.''

''I'm surprised he didn't mention you much back at the Lair,'' pondered the brunette. ''I wonder why all the secrecy?''

A short hum left Vee, her brows furrowing, the same thought now invading her mind.

''You know what? I do wonder as much myself. I'll dare guess he didn't want to bring too much attention on the whole situation as he may have been unsure about us two. And my life's pace can get pretty hectic at times, so I never really gave it much care. … We'd probably need to ask him in order to learn more!''

A friendly smile was next shown on Vee's lips, gently tapping the table in order to change the subject.

''We've had enough about me! Now I want to hear your story. I'm sure it'll be interesting!''

“Who are you meeting again?”

Blossom noted the distracted quality to the deep baritone but she smiled, understanding his preoccupation. It was the turtle’s habit to check in before patrol and he was on his way out, their evenings diverging in two very different directions though they would manage to end at the same destination: her home.

“Véronique,” she reminded him. “The girl from the coffee shop last week? She grabbed my drink, I grabbed hers-”

“Ahhhh right.” A low hum. “I remember. The freelancer?”

“That would be her.” 

“And she grabbed your coffee…I’m surprised she lived to tell the tale.” Blossom’s dimples flashed, her laughter soft at Leonardo’s gentle tease.

“Very funny. That was one time and only because your brother switched my cup to decaf.”

“A true offense,” he chuckled. It was a warm, pleasant sound that sent a delicate flush into her cheeks. Blossom’s voice was colored with affection as she agreed with him.

“The worst.” 

A shout-Raphael most likely-carried through the receiver. Blossom glanced over her shoulder as Leonardo responded, surveying the line of vehicles behind her, the car still lingering by the curb. The lights from The Met sparkled against the darkening Manhattan backdrop and her pulse quickened, delighted to see the special performance of Debussy’s “Pelléas et Mélisande” with her new friend. 

A short rap on her window brought her from her musings. It was an indication that it was time for her to exit the vehicle. Quietly thanking the car service sent by the donor of the two tickets she dabbed the corners of her lips quickly. Confident the rosy gloss had been adequately applied she exhaled and shifted in her seat, the folds of petal pink chiffon elegantly falling to the side.

 “I’m here,” Blossom said quickly. Her legs uncrossed to angle them and leave the interior of the car. Accepting the offered hand she mouthed her thanks and began to scan the crowd for the pretty bespectacled woman. “I’ll see you later?”

“You will.” Leonardo’s tenor had slipped from easygoing to serious, his night of work beginning. “Keep the bed warm for me?”

“Always,” she murmured. “Be safe, Leo.”

“Always.” He returned the simple endearment with reverent quietude. “Enjoy the opera with Véronique.”

Blossom’s smile was faint but happy as she put the phone away, her expression brightening further as she saw her new friend waving enthusiastically from the steps. Laughing as she made her way through the throng of opera goers the petite brunette extended a ticket and a quick hug.

“Vee! I’m so glad you made it!” she exclaimed. “When you mentioned this was one of your favorite operas I couldn’t believe my good fortune. How has your week been?”

Accepting the program from an usher she passed one to her companion, her smile softening, growing thoughtful. Tipping her head to the side, she brushed a glossy curl over her shoulder, still amused, but more than that, amazed. 

She and Vee shared many commonalities, but in a strange coincidence they were beginning to branch out even further. How funny.

“You know,” Vee’s curiosity broke through her musings. “Now that you bring him up, why didn’t you invite your boyfriend?”

Blossom’s dimples winked when she smiled, her giggles bright with amusement as she imagined the large turtle sitting beside her. It was all too easy to picture the long-suffering glances he’d undoubtedly send as he suffered through each act.

“He’s not an opera lover. He doesn’t mind listening to it,” she explained,”but he has his limits. Besides, it would be near impossible to get time off from his job.”

“Oh?” Vee touched a deep emerald strand, the dainty bats along her skin seeming to flutter as she turned in her seat. “Why is that?”

“He works nights.”

A simple and honest reply.

“In security.”

Also unembellished and truthful…from a certain point of view. Vee nodded slowly, the faintest strains of the orchestra drawing both pairs of eyes towards the stage. The women shared a glance, grinning, excited for the performance ahead.

“It’s a small company I’m guessing?”

“Very small,” Blossom confirmed. Quietly she sighed, knowing what he was doing, what he and his brothers faced every night. “It’s just him and, well, his brothers, but they’re good at what they do…the only ones who can do what they do. But I’ll see him after, in the morning, and I’ll get to share every moment of tonight with him-and about you!”

Blossom gave the other woman a playful tap on her shoulder with the tip of her finger.

“And since turnabout is fair play, I’ve told you a bit about mine, but what about your beau? Tell me a bit more about him.”

Vee just wanted to blurt 'NO, IT'S FOR DONALD' – but that would be first ridiculous and then disrepectful to the other spectators.... And, frankly, she was a terrible liar. She felt like sinking in her seat. Did she say too much? Was Blossom a secret villain who now saw the opportunity to get informations and weak points about the turtles? … She did test the other woman's quiery.

''And what if it is?'' Vee asked in a soft, yet almost urgent tone.

She could feel her hands forming into fists, scared about what to expect.

''I'd dare say it's an interesting name...'' replied Blossom.

Their eyes met, the lighting from the scene softly giving a view of their traits. The brunette's smile faded as she noticed Vee's anxious vibe.

''I know it's an odd guess,'' she continued, leaving a gentle touch on the artist's hand, trying to ease things. ''But, please, believe me when I say that I have no malicious intent. I perfectly understand what is going on right now.''

Vee's shoulder seemed to fall a little, a long kept exhale finally and slowly leaving her.

''You do?'' asked the emerald haired woman. ''I- I mean, how could you-''

''Purple, right? That's his color.''

Vee never felt the urge to jump out of her seat and run away this bad in her life. How did she know?! Blossom, on her side, was thrilled. She knew she hit the jackpot with that mention of purple and from now on she knew she could mention other things about the mutants.

''Oh don't you worry dear,'' added Blossom with a knowing smile. ''Your secret is in good hands and the burden is shared. … Have I known this earlier on, I would have been able to ease Leo's worries about Donnie’s endeavours.''

The artist did a double take: ''Wait, you know Leonardo?''

Their conversation was cut for a moment as the orchestra got into a crescendo, both women's eyes diverting to the scene until things calmed down. They hunched toward one another once more, speaking in renewed hushed tones.

''Of course! We've been together for two years now!''

The euphoria made Vee's heart shiver with excitement. She actually found someone in the same situation as hers? How come Donnie never told her about Blossom? … Well, Vee did acknowledge that she omitted to mention her newfound friend's name- BUT STILL!

''Well there, guess I still have a lot to learn about this family,'' mumbled Vee. ''I've seen the others on rare occasions, but never had the chance to truly know them well.''

''How odd,'' started the brunette, her eyebrows slightly furrowing. ''I mentionned you by your name, Véronique, to Leo earlier this evening. Why didn't he know who I was talking about if he already knows who you are?''

''Oh that's because the others only know me by the name 'Vee' … never told them my full name. Never had the chance, in fact.''

Their conversation was cut once more as an old man scooted toward them, his eyes stern as he quietly demanded: ''Will you two shut up? We're at the opera, for crying out loud! Let us enjoy in peace.''

Both women turned red in embarassment, sucking in any last word for the moment and prefering to watch the remaining acts of the opera. They knew that any future questions and answers had to wait – and they most certainly knew that a good chat with the turtles would be needed. Blossom's hand still over Vee's, they were now holding to one another in solidarity, impatient for this new chapter of their friendship to unfold.