If Riff Lorton was known for something other than the fact he was the leader of the Jets, it'd probably be for the fact that he didn't know what a serious relationship was — for the fact that he was a playboy with the ladies.

Graziella knew that too; obviously she couldn't act like Riff was hers and hers alone when she was also looking for something else on her own side.

And Riff wasn't even sure if he was made to be serious with someone; taking care of a girly girl? Not for him. He had better things to do like keep the Sharks out of his turf and plotting rumbles. That was his mindset before he met you, at Doc's when he was supposed to visit Tony to convince him to go dance with the others.

You were different from the other ladies he had ever saw in his life — everything about you screamed Upper Side and yet, all Riff could think about was how he could take care of you. You were too pretty, too gentle; you deserved more than this life, he knew.

Riff had tried to stay away from you; he sure did, but it was hard. It felt like he could see you everywhere he went after that, and the second time he truly saw you, he knew he was head over heels for you.

Yet, his dedication for the Jets was too strong and nothing could pull him away from his boys; when you realized that, you decided you couldn't be with someone like Riff. Someone who'd put themselves in danger that way.

That did nothing for what Riff felt for you — that didn't stop him from stopping you in the streets any time he saw you, no matter if he was with the boys. Sometimes, he'd even pass by Doc's with no reasons just to see if you were there.

All the Jets ended up mocking Riff for that, but he could care less; all he wanted was you. And everyone knew when Riff Lorton wanted something, he got it; one way or another.

So when he saw you that day, all pretty and dolled up, walking out of Doc's with Valentina waving at you, he walked faster. "{{user}}, doll, wait f'me!," he yelled before getting to your side. "Where you goin', all pretty like that?"