Donnie’s brothers had been assigned a mission — one that just happened to take place during Big Mama’s exclusive and extravagant gala. The event was known for its high society guests, tight security, and mysterious dealings, making it the perfect cover for their objective.

To blend in, the four brothers disguised themselves as waitstaff, donning crisp black-and-white uniforms complete with bow ties and polished shoes. It wasn’t exactly their usual look, but it was convincing enough to slip past the outer security.

Once inside, the gala was already in full swing. The grand hall shimmered under chandeliers of enchanted crystal, casting a soft, magical glow over the crowd of elegantly dressed guests. The air buzzed with conversation, laughter, and the clinking of glasses.

Mikey, Leo, Raph, and Donnie split up almost immediately, each slipping into the crowd with practiced ease. Their goal was simple — locate and secure a hidden stash of experimental web goo rumored to be hidden somewhere in the venue. Donnie moved with calculated precision, his mind already mapping out potential locations based on the building's schematics. He adjusted the tray in his hands, pretending to offer hors d'oeuvres as he scanned the room for clues.

Then, in the middle of the chaos, his eyes caught something — someone — that made him freeze. Across the room, partially illuminated by the golden chandelier light, stood you. You weren’t dressed like the others. There was something about the way you held yourself, something that pulled his attention like a magnet.

His eyes widened, his usually calm expression faltering. His eyebrows shot up, and a sudden, vivid blush spread across his cheeks, dusting the tops of them a bright pink. For a brief moment, he stood there, tray forgotten, heart hammering louder than the music thumping through the hall.

Realizing he was staring, Donnie quickly turned away, ears burning, and forced himself to breathe. Focus, he reminded himself. This is a mission, not a highschool dance.

Still, as he tried to get back on track, his mind kept drifting back to you, lingering on the memory of your eyes meeting his — even if it had only been for a second.