Red Is My Favorite Color [TMNT* Raphael]

     I shift my weight onto my left leg, my hands sturdy on my hips.

     I was finally done washing the windows of the diner, which means my shift was over.

   Thank the lord himself.

     I throw the dirty, orange rag into the bucket of water as I carried it off back to the janitors closet.

     The clock just about read 10:30 pm, the latest I've been working in a long while.

     Overall, today the diner was very uneventful. People hardly showed up from the weather being so mucky, and if they did, sour expressions were all you could see.

      From there being less people, my boss decided to put me on cleaning duty rather than my usual job as a waitress for today.

      Though I couldn't argue, the job was a lot less nerve wracking than waitressing.

     As I head out the front doors, I start walking down the side walk.

     Street lamps and car lights lite up some dark patches near the alley ways, but pretty much the streets were dark.

     Luckily the rain stopped, though the air and environment around was left moist and muggy.

  Again, I didn't mind a little rain here and there.

     Suddenly, my phone started buzzing in my back pocket. Considering the ring tone was an loud alarm, it must be April O'Neil herself.

      I pick up my phone from my pocket, sliding open the call to place it up to my ear.

     "Andie speaking." I say, rushing down the sidewalk before it started raining again.

   "Andie!"

    I gasp, pulling the phone away from my ear as April kept yelling into it.

    "April my hearing- my ears are ringing, would you please not yell so loud?"

    "Right, sorry. When will you be home?" She asks then quickly talks to someone in the background.

     I furrow my brows, but sigh when a few rain droplets land on my forehead.

     "Umm- maybe in the next ten minutes. Why?"

      She groaned, "I have someone over. Do you think you could... I don't know... come back around twelve?"

    I pull my phone down from my ear to check the time. 10:56 pm. Perfect.

     "Twelve?! What exactly do you expect me to do in the mean time? April, it's my apartment too."

      She sighed loudly, more voices- the same voice- groaned annoyed in the background.

      It sounded a lot like Casey...

      "Is that Casey?" I ask, running across the street onto the next side walk.

     "What? Who? No. I-I have to go! Don't come home." And with that, she hung up.

      I sigh to myself as I mentally scream, shoving my phone back in my pocket.

      It couldn't get any worse than this...

     Of course, right as expected, it started to rain.

     "Are you kidding me?!" I growl, running to the nearest alley way.

    Now I was soaked.

    Perfect.

    People rushed past me, some holding their brief cases over top of their heads. Though, for it being so late, I didn't expect it to be so crowded.