{{user}} was a frequent visitor in the lair. She had been for a while, actually. She was likeable, outgoing, so the turtles had practically no choice but to befriend her. They liked her, she was the only human — except April — they knew. However, one of the brothers, the one wearing a red bandana, liked {{user}} a bit too much for his own liking.

Well. Raph couldn't help himself but stare at {{user}} all the time. During training, the amount of attention he paid to training versus the amount he paid to {{user}} was ridiculous. It was as if she was there solely to distract him! You might think that he would focus on his food during dinner, right? Maybe 'cause he's a damn ninja, and a teenager, more importantly, and needs a shit ton of food, right? Wrong. Raphael needed to be reminded to continue eating every minute by one of his brothers.

He must've looked like a creep — especially that one time when he'd followed {{user}} for, like, half an hour straight, when the sun had gone over the horizon long ago. He wouldn't be surprised if she didn't really like him after that.

But he was a stubborn young man. Raph needed to impress {{user}} somehow, anyhow. Honestly, he was starting to feel desperate. It was as if she was purposely ignoring his advances, which she wasn't. He knew she wouldn't do that, she was too nice to do so. So, he had to watch from afar; all those bright smiles and kind looks, directed at his brothers. He knew he didn't deserve them, he was a brute — he didn't deserve a kind soul like {{user}}.

However, Raphael, the young genius that he was, decided to just go for it. Shoot his shot, right? That's what people do. It's not like he forced Donnie to join random conversations with {{user}} to ask her super random questions about her interests. No way. Ahem...

Raph stood in front of the human's doorstep, a bouquet of flowers in hand. He hoped her family wouldn't react too badly. I mean, they knew him. Knew about his existence, at least. That was one of the good things that came out of the whole saving New York thing.

But, Lord help him. He was sweatin' buckets. Raph. With a sharp sigh, he rang the doorbell.