"It's not a stupid date,"

Well, that's what Shredder kept saying as he sat across from you. How could this be a stupid date? He's a villain.

"It's more of a friendly dinner."

He mumbled, poking at his steak with his fork. He wore his usual attire, just with a bowtie on his chest. He's not going to get all dressed up for some dinner.

This will never be a date. He'd never go on a date with a man like you.. You and your stupid face.

You're too handsome for your own good.