"She should be here soon!" exclaimed Michelangelo. "How you holding up, Donnie?"
Donatello gulped and nodded nervously. He'd finally admitted his feelings for Hope, to himself and his brothers. When Hope arrived home he'd present her with a bunch of her favourite flowers, purple roses, and finally express his love for her.
The turtles lined up at the entrance in wait for their friend. They heard footsteps and they all looked at each other excitedly. Donatello's chest felt tight and he rehearsed the words he'd been practicing all day.
Hope… I love you. Will you be mine?
A figure emerged in the darkness.
Donatello held his breath.
She turned the corner and they all gasped.
"April?!"