A/N : So this chapter may be a little boring but I was trying to fully portray the emotions that Mindy is having about the whole situation. More to come, I promise!

I crawled out of the bed as quiet as humanly possible and began the search for my clothes. My bra and underwear were on complete opposite ends of the room and my pajamas lay in a crumpled heap at the foot of the bed. Leonardo hadn't stirred once and for that I was grateful. I still wasn't sure if I considered this a mistake or not. He had been so caring, but on top of that he was a mutant turtle. What I really needed was to go home and sort through my emotions. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt him, but at the same time my thoughts were so conflicted. I hadn't ever been with anyone aside from Scott and I wasn't sure if I was ready for the commitment of a relationship or not. I slid my dress over my head and stuffed my pajamas into my bag. I double checked the room for anything I might have left astray. After I did a sweep of the room I tiptoed out to the hallway.

There were no noises throughout the house and I took it as a good sign that no one was awake yet. I continued to tiptoe as I made my way down the stairs and to the front door. Once outside I took off into a full sprint toward my van. The engine roared to life a little too loudly, but I didn't see anyone stirring inside the house, so I put the van into drive and rolled down the gravel driveway. I made my way back to New York in silence, mainly thinking about nothing. Every time I would start to think about last night I would veer off the thought to think about something I could handle right now. As I pulled off the interstate and onto the busy streets of New York City I felt my phone vibrate in my lap. I looked at it briefly only to realize that it was Scott, yet again. I declined the call and continued the drive to my apartment.

When I arrived home I threw my phone on the couch and stripped myself of my clothing. I eased myself into a hot shower and let the water run down my back for a good twenty minutes. What was I going to do? I was sure I could probably avoid him, but did I really want to? Would he want to be with me, or was last night just a one-time thing? My head was beginning to throb, probably caused from a combination of wine and the conflicting thoughts running through my brain. After washing I stepped out of the shower and dressed in my favorite sweats and tank top. I flopped down on the couch and flipped through the text messages Scott had left on my phone within the short period of time that I was in the shower. I scoffed at each one and made a mental note of the new cuss words he had learned. What had I ever seen in this tool?

I wasted my day avoiding thoughts of Leonardo while vegging out on the couch with Doctor Who re-runs. That night I slept on the couch, curled up with multiple pillows that I suddenly found myself wishing were someone else. When I woke up the next morning, work was the absolute last thing I wanted to do, so I decided to take the day off. It wasn't often that I took breaks from work, so I took the opportunity to take a few days off work and get some well-deserved rest. The morning I was to return to work came too soon and I rose from the couch to get ready for the day. Since it was Thursday, I opened the shop at eight thirty. I could literally walk from my apartment to my shop so I slipped on my comfiest shoes and made my way toward the shop. The sun was shining bright and warm and I took it as a sign that today would be a good day. I opened the front door to my store and was hit with the smell of icing. My shop always smelt of buttercream icing, a smell that reminded me of home.

I whipped up some doughnuts and muffins and set them out in the glass cases at the front of my shop. Around nine is when I get slammed with breakfast customers, so I needed to have several dozen ready for the rush. I was so caught up in preparing the breakfast sweets that I didn't notice April enter the shop. I was carefully spreading some pink icing onto a doughnut when I heard her clear her throat. I glanced up only to be greeted by her smiling face. I wiped the icing onto my apron and reached across the glass counter to shake her hand.

"Nice to see you, Mrs. Jones." I stated with a smile.

"You too, Mindy."

"So, how was the honeymoon?" I questioned as I joined her at a table in the small dining area of my shop.

"Oh it was great. I didn't want to come back." She laughed.

Every fiber of my being was screaming at me to ask about Leonardo. But, I wasn't sure if she knew what had happened or not.

"So how are the guys?" I questioned hesitantly.

"Do you mean, how's Leonardo?"

I felt the all too familiar blush creep onto my face.

"You know then." I said mostly under my breath.

"Yeah, I went to see them this morning when we got back to the city. He was being unusually quiet. So I prodded Donatello for about an hour before he told me about you two."

"Is he upset?"

"Leonardo is not one to wear his heart on his sleeve. But, I do get the feeling that he is upset." April replied.

An awkward silence fell on us. Not sure what to say, I just stared down at my hands.

April finally spoke up, "So, how much were you thinking for the cost of the two cakes?"

I cleared my throat before speaking, "Well for you I was thinking just charging for the bride cake and not the groom's cake. It's on the house." She smiled, "So, for the cake, how does one hundred and twenty sound?"

"Are you sure? That's so cheap!"

"Well, I don't believe in overcharging for cakes."

"Okay, if you're sure."

She pulled her purse into her lap and dug around for a few minutes before pulling out her wallet. She pulled out two hundred dollar bills and handed them to me.

"I'll be right back with your change." I went to stand from the table but April pulled me back down into my seat.

"No change, the rest is your tip." She smiled and waved as she turned to exit the shop.

Before she could leave I managed to yell out, "Come back soon!"

She smiled and yelled back that she would as the door swung close.