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There it is.

The sous-chef gazed up at the tacky wooden sign that read "Grand Café Sunny". It was exactly 5:46pm on a midwinter day and his fingers were freezing off. He was aching for a cigarette, the fact that he had a full pack in his pockets making it even harder to keep from lighting one.

Why wouldn't he?

Because tonight he had a date. A date with the most beautiful lady in the universe. The thought of it alone made his nostrils flare with excitement. But just then, a couple walked out the door followed by the loud music from inside. When they saw Sanji's face they shot him a weirded-out look. Sanji quickly composed himself and cleared his throat. The door closed and the music muted out. He was way too early to make sure that she wouldn't have to wait. Also, the others at the Baratie were still working so he would only be a nuisance if he stayed there. It didn't matter though. Now he had the time to check out the place in advance and reserve the best spot for them. So without second thought, he flung the door open and walked in.

The warmth quickly embraced him and his muscles eased up. Once again he drowned in the music and wondered how they were gonna be able to conversate with all the noise. The hallway was small and decorated with a series of framed pictures. As he checked out all the displays, his eyes fell on a logo of a jolly roger with a straw hat on. The caption read The Straw Hats. Sanji cringed at the lack of class. The place had now officially gone from tacky to hideous.

Further up was another door which probably lead to the dining hall. A rather bored-looking man was standing behind a stand, flipping through the pages of a comic book. The blond approached the man and cleared his throat.

"Excuse me."

The man looked up and clumsily closed the book.

"Oh, good evening, welcome to Grand Café Sunny." he responded. "How can I help you?"

"I reserved a table for 7:15 pm. The name is Sanji Vinsmoke."

He kept Sanji's gaze for a good three seconds and pulled his cell phone out of his pocket.

"Hold on. Let me check," he responded as he opened what seemed like a social media application. His name and time of reservation were sent.

While waiting for a response, Sanji had the chance to take a good look at the man. He had an induction cut and seemed to have a wireless earphone plugged in. The phone buzzed. The guy gave it a quick read-over and tucked the phone back.

"You're early."

"I know."

"An hour and 30 minutes," he pointed out with a raised brow.

"I was hoping to check out the place while I wait. Is that okay?"

"Fine by me. You can go on ahead and order at the bar."

"Thank you." He said and waited for the man to open the door. He soon realized that he'd have to open it himself, so he rolled his eyes and pushed through the second door.

A huge room unveiled itself and he was overwhelmed by the jubilant atmosphere of the crowd. The hall was at least three times bigger than it appeared on the front. The interior looked old school and was made out of mostly hardwood. Dimmed lights and no windows, probably because they were underground.

The room was filled with people of all sorts. From men around a table playing poker to a rich couple having a drink at the bar; everything. As much as he wanted to think of it as an 'inappropriate' place to have a first date… he kinda liked it. The ambience was welcoming and sucked out a lot of the unnecessary tension. A place to loosen up, no decorum required.

The bar existed of almost the entire right stretch of the hall and was run by only three bartenders. Sanji watched them go through a rush of orders, multitasking to get everything done as fast as possible. He watched for a while. Finally, one of the bartenders finished his last order and took a moment to catch his breath. It seemed to have slowed down. Being in the hospitality branch himself, Sanji knew exactly what they were going through.

He skipped down the steps and squeezed past a group of people chattering in the middle of the walkway. As he walked closer, he slowly realized the very amusing fact that the bartender's hair was green. He knew that very few people had extraordinary hair colors, but green? Was it okay to laugh? Probably not.

The blond pulled out a barstool and slumped down. The bartender was on it right away.

"Good evening. Can I take your order?"

"Hello. I will just have a water."

The man observed the blond from tip to toe and grinned.

"You look like you need a whiskey on the rocks. It'll be on the house."

Sanji glanced up at the bartender. It was a risky remark, but the man looked like he was just being attentive. Sanji snorted. He did really feel like crap after a long day at work.

"No, thanks. I'm expecting someone. I don't want to leave a bad impression on her."

The green-haired man shrugged. "Still or sparkling?"

"Sparkling, please."

As the greenhead went to pour him his drink, Sanji opened his phone to find a message from Carne. They were talking about his date and Sanji had sent him a picture of her. Carne replied with a string of sultry emojis. Sanji grinned to himself. He knew his date was hot, but the extra attention he got from his colleagues stroke his ego some more.

.

After giving the guest his sparkling water, Zoro leaned back against the bar and folded his arms. The place was crowded, which was not unusual for a Friday evening, but still crowded. A firm hand on his shoulder gently scooted him over to reach for the bottle of rum on the shelf behind him. Zoro glanced over as Ace leaned back as well and slowly opened the lid, heaving an exhausted sigh.

"Damn, these people are a bunch of alcoholics."

"Table 16 again?"

"Yeah. This is his 7th cocktail already, and I made sure to put lots of rum in his glass last round."

Zoro glanced over at the table. Table 16 was a booth with a circular model. In the middle of the couch sat a bulky guy with a bald head and goatee, surrounded by lots of women.

"He looks like he can handle his liquor. I'd like to have a drinking competition with him sometime." Zoro grinned.

Ace who had already emptied the jigger into the cocktail thrice nodded in agreement.

"Let's have a drinking competition after work, this day's got to be compensated with some fun later on."

"You're on! Go tell Sabo about it."

"Dude, I'm working on the cocktail."

"Don't worry about the cocktail, I'm finishing it. He won't be able to stand after this one." he said as he pushed Ace away with his shoulder.

"Alright then. But wait until I get back, I want to see it before you serve it!" he called over his shoulder just before he disappeared into the kitchen.

"Gotta be fast then." Zoro murmured as a late response, being too focused on making the cocktail.

Sanji who had escaped from his vicious mental vortex of romance was now distracted by the cocktail making process behind the bar. He glanced at the Rolex watch around his wrist. Not even ten minutes had passed ever since he got in.

The greenhead tasted some of the cocktail with a straw. After tasting it thoughtfully, he didn't look convinced. He opened a drawer underneath the bar and started to rumble around in it. Sanji scooted over to the man.

"Try using the skin of an orange for its oils. They add the complexity you're looking for." he suggested.

The man looked up and raised his brows. "We think alike." he said as he pulled his hand out of the drawer and took out an orange. Sanji leaned his cheek onto his palm.

"Oh? I guess my help was not needed after all."

The man smiled softly to himself and continued on his drink. Sanji watched him peel off the skin with dexterous hands. The peel was evenly thick and didn't have too much of the white part on it. He pinched the peel sharply right above the drink and as the oils spurted out, he quickly caught the flame and the drink lit up. Sanji noticed the bulky man at table 16 glance over in interest.

The bartender wrapped it up by rubbing the peel around the rim of the glass and dropped it into the drink.

"Service!" he announced towards the group of waitresses who were chattering intensely in the middle of their shift. The most well-prioritized of the five sauntered over with a tray and placed it on the bar.

"What is it?"

"A rum old fashioned with a twist."

"What's the twist?"

"He'll know. He's been watching."

"Okay. Which table?"

"Table 16, the big and bulky man in the middle. Thanks," he said and pushed the drink forwards.

She carefully put the cocktail on the tray and walked to the table. Sanji watched her approach the table and hand the man his drink. The man looked pleased and a crooked smile danced on his face. He shot the bartender a grin and heaved his drink. The bartender gave him a thumbs up in return. Sanji observed the scene. Even though most of the people in here looked like criminals and seemed to have nothing in common, it was a very peaceful and happy place. It was truly mysterious how they managed to preserve the peace.

"So is it a hobby or profession?" he suddenly asked. It took Sanji a brief moment to catch up on the subject. Right, the bartending. He had zoned out.

"Uhm, a semi-profession would be closest."

The bartender opened the polishing machine and started polishing the wine glasses, keeping his gaze fixed on Sanji. He was expecting him to continue.

"I work at the Baratie in North Blue on the same street actually. I'm a sous-chef there."

"That's a fancy restaurant, isn't it?"

"You know it? We just got our second star last month. Everyone is in high spirits."

"Oh? Good for you. What are you doing in a place like this? It is not exactly what you'd call 'classy', you know."

"My date picked the location, she insisted on coming here. It's not what I expected at all, the ambiance is so welcoming."

"People usually get together here. It's a pretty popular place actually."

"It sure seems like it, the place is packed." Sanji answered absently. "Which is really funny by the way. I never realized that the place was this lively. Nor have I ever seen you or the other staff members. I pass here often during business."

"True, all staff members use the staff entrance in the back. We're not allowed to use the front door."

"Oh, right. same story at the place where I work. It's a pain."

"Doesn't really bother me, the back is much prettier anyway."

"Fair enough. You know, it's almost unbelievable to see all these people co-exist here. They are all so different. Isn't it strange?"

"Hmm, maybe. Your date is taking long by the way. Don't tell me you got skipped out on," he teased.

"She would never do that! I just came in earlier, that's all!" he slipped up, slightly embarrassed. The bartender chuckled, which made Sanji pout inwardly. The jerk seemed to enjoy getting a reaction out of him. He didn't want to get all worked up just an hour before an amazing date.

He frowned. What was up with the sudden change of subject anyway? Did he hit a sensitive spot?

"What time did you guys agree on?" he continued.

"7:15 pm."

"You're early."

"I know."

"One hour and 15 minutes?"

"I know!"

"Why?"

"I was going to find a nice table to sit at."

"Then go ahead."

Sanji's eyebrow twitched. "You don't have to tell me."

The blond pushed the stool back and grabbed his glass of water. Instead of actually walking around, he just analysed the space from at the bar. The place was big and it was quite a task to pick out a favorite spot. There was a nice two person's table behind the booth section, pretty private with nice lighting. Then there was also the booths, which were nice and spacious in case they wanted to get adventurous and order a whole buffet's worth of food. So hard to choose.

"Sanji-kun!"

Both Sanji and Zoro responded to the call. One with a melting heart and the other with a loud groan.

"Nami-swaaan!"

"You gold digger! I should've known it was you…"

The woman acted fake hurt. "What are you talking about?" she innocently said and seductively walked up to the bar. Although Nami was lightly amused with the remark, Sanji seemed to take it more personal.

"Watch your mouth, bastard."

The mood flipped around 180 degrees in that instant. Zoro shot Nami a glance, but she just blinked a few times and clicked her tongue; the remark came unexpected to both of them. Zoro turned back to the guest again.

"What was that?" Zoro tried, hardly concealing the threat in his voice.

"You don't talk to a lady like that. Also, watch your shitty language, dear Neanderthal."

Zoro scoffed. "I say the hell I want, curly brow."

Sanji's curly eyebrow twitched in annoyance. That was the first time someone dared to say that out loud and he didn't like it. Not at all.

"She's a witch who only loves money and you seem like one of those prissy men who can provide her with just that."

Sanji turned on his heel and threw an extremely fast kick towards Zoro's head. The kick was blocked just in time by Zoro's arm and a breeze from the fierce collision traveled past Nami's cheeks, who was only just realizing what had happened. The whole room slowly turned quiet as people noticed the fight. Before Nami could speak up, Zoro spoke up in a dangerously calm voice.

"Show this gentleman to the exit."

"Don't you threaten he— "

"Get rid of him, goddamnit!"

Sanji was about to blow, but Nami intercepted him in time.

"Sanji-kun!" She called strictly and Sanji visibly flinched "We're heading out."

"Sure…"

"You go on ahead, I'm right behind you." She told him. Sanji nodded and went on ahead, shooting Zoro one last glare. A tension hovered in the air between Nami and the bartender, who seemed to be wiping off the counter in a rather unnerved manner. The crowd awkwardly went back to their drinking and socializing.

"I'm—"

"You knew the rules," Zoro interrupted. "And you know damn well how important it is that we maintain them."

"I'm sorry..." she sincerely apologized.

Zoro sighed in defeat. It was already a miracle that she apologized in the first place. "Don't keep him waiting. Go some other place and have a great time." he waived off.

Nami smiled softly and nodded. Without a following response, she headed out. Zoro stared into the room, no particular spot, in an attempt to calm his mind.

"Hey, you served the cocktail! I told you to wait!" Ace whined as he walked out of the kitchen.

"Too damn late."

X.X.X.

A few hours passed and the employees were finishing off at the café. All the waitresses had left and were replaced by two new arrivals. These, however, were friends and they were here for some drinks. Sabo was polishing the glasses while Zoro took out the alcoholic beverages from the stand one by one and dusted off the bottles. Ace, who was wiping off the tables, noticed Nami's arrival first.

"Hey guys. Luffy, Usopp, you're early tonight."

"Ace said there was a party, so we came extra early." Luffy grinned.

"Yeah, he forgot to tell me the last part though. I could have helped the old man out with cleaning up if I had known." Usopp added.

"Ahh, I see. How is business at the repair shop?" Nami asked as she took the glass of wine Sabo poured her.

"It's going really well. Lots of damaged vehicles are coming in lately."

"Life is good when the money flows~" Nami sing-songed. Her eyes drifted over to a grumpy looking Zoro. He sat atop of the bar, wiping the bottles with a scowl on his face. He hadn't even said hello to Nami nor did he look her in the eye. Nami scooted over and crossed her arms on the counter.

"Chivalry, he calls it." she said mischievously, trying to steal his attention. His movements stopped for a second and he frowned at her, until he picked up on the subject.

"Oh, take a walk," he replied with a roll of the eyes. "Chivalry my ass."

Nami laughed and swirled the wine. "Does everything I want him to though. Very trustworthy."

"Nami," Zoro said, suddenly with a serious countenance as he set the duster aside. She straightened up, knowing exactly where this was headed.

"You know the rules. How did this happen?"

She sighed. "Well, I didn't really get the chance to tell him about the rules. I wanted to do so once we met at the entrance, but he was already inside when I got here. I assumed Yosaku must have enlightened him."

"You mean he didn't?" Ace joined.

"I guess. Sanji doesn't seem like the kind who would break the rules if he had known."

Zoro exchanged looks with Ace and pressed a button on his earphone. "Hold on, let me call him," he said and put it on speaker.

"I hate this post, please tell me you're calling to relieve me from this job," came the first sentence.

"Well, your lack of focus is jeopardizing our safety."

The other side of the line went silent for a good three seconds.

"What are we talking about?"

"Someone came in uninformed. Are you dozing off over there?"

"Huh? I only let one person pass without the standard procedure lecture. The guy was with Nami."

"Nami wasn't with him when he came in."

"I know, I assumed she must have told him already, just like she does with all her other patients. You know, a few days ahead."

Zoro peeked up at Nami. She raised her shoulders and pouted. "It was kind of a last minute date…"

Zoro wiped his face with his other hand, obviously exhausted from the drama. "Miscommunication. Never again."

"Understood," Yosaku confirmed and ended the call.

A silence followed. Eventually, Zoro frowned.

"He called them freaking patients." Ace pointed out, totally in sync with what Zoro was thinking.

"In a really casual way." Sabo finished off.

"Too funny," Zoro smirked. "Anyway, how was the date?" changing the subject. Nami immediately lit up.

"Very nice actually. We really hit it off. He also apologized for earlier. Pretty sure he still thinks you're an ass though. But overall, nice patient," the redhead said with a playful wink as she leaned over the bar and grabbed a broom.

"Good! Hey, guys. Drinks in T minus 15 minutes!" Ace announced as he turned the volume of the music up.

"Let's have the place wrapped up by that time!" Sabo motivated.

"Ok, go, go, go!" Luffy said and went to grab a towel himself.

"Luffy, you can't help!" Nami scolded.

"Mehh~" he whined but sat down anyway.

Exactly 15 minutes later, the whole place was tidy and the hard workers – except for Yosaku who went home straight away like he usually did – were gathered at the bar for the drinking competition.

"Nami is winning again!" Luffy cheered as she downed her 14th beer.

"It has just begun, what are you talking about!" Ace corrected.

"It's a gut feeling, I just know she is gonna win!"

Usopp laughed and reached over Luffy's legs for the bottle of red wine, which apparently only had a drop left. Very generous.

"No way! You finished it all, Luffy!"

"Eh? Nami said red wine goes well with meat so I drank all the red wine and ate all the meat," he said, hiccupping in between words.

"Underaged people are not supposed to finish a bottle, I haven't had a sip of that!"

"Here, drink this if you're a real man," Sabo said and threw a bottle over to Usopp. He caught it just in time.

"Ooooh, tequila!" Ace whistled.

"Chug! Chug! Chug!" Luffy chanted.

"W-wait a minute."

"Ahw, you're not backing out now, are you?" Luffy pouted. "Laaame."

"No! The great captain Usopp n-never turns down a challenge! Let me tell you about that one time when I—"

"Great! Chug! Chug! Chug!" Luffy cut off as he shoved a glass into long nose's hand and poured an overly generous amount of tequila into the beer mug.

"That's not even the right glass for tequila..." he mused terrified.

Everyone laughed as Usopp stared into the glass as if it was bearing a sea monster that could jump out any moment. Zoro amusingly clashed his glass against Usopp's shaking cup.

"Cheers, man," he snorted. The color drained from Usopp's face.

And just then, the door rang.

"Oh, let me get that!" Usopp offered gratefully with tears in his eyes and dashed out of the main hall.

"Booo!" Luffy yelled.

"Who is that anyway? Are we expecting someone?" Sabo frowned.

"Could be Shanks," Luffy suggested.

"Why would Shanks use the front door?" Nami pointed out smartly. No one really knew.

Usopp came back alone. "Uhm, Nami? It's for you."

"Oh, hold on." She drank the last of her drink and changed places with Usopp. As Nami vanished around the corner, Ace was the first to speak up.

"Who is it?"

"Do you guys know anyone by the name Sanji?"

Zoro's eyebrow twitched at the mention. They were having a great time and now the little shithead had to bug in? He better not try anything funny again, because this time Zoro was off work and has had a few drinks.

"Sanji was Nami's date of today." Ace explained.

Shortly after, Nami stuck her head around the door. "Zoro?" she called and everybody's curiosity was peaked.

Zoro suspiciously narrowed his eyes at her. She noticed and was already feeling disheartened about asking. "He wants to talk to you."

"Hell no, we're having drinks."

"I believe he wants to apologize, it'll really just take a minute."

"No."

"Zoro, please. Do it for me."

Zoro opened his mouth to protest, but ended up giving in with a groan. After snatching Usopp's drink and chugging it down all at once (stress relief), he reluctantly made for the door. Usopp thanked his lucky stars when he saw his drink go.

As Zoro was about to brush past Nami through the small middle-door, she grabbed his arm. He stopped in his tracks. When she didn't speak up, he raised his brows.

"What's the matter?"

She took a moment to consider her approach. "Sanji and I… well… we decided to give it a try."

Zoro's eyes widened. "You what?!"

"I just— it's complicated. I'll explain another time."

"It must be really complicated if you choose to date a guy who's not even your type!"

She shook her head to prevent herself from going along with the conversation. "Just please be kind to him."

Zoro groaned again. This had to be one of the worst ways an otherwise awesome Friday night could have turned out. He hated to act fake. He put his hand on the doorknob that led to the cold outside.

"You owe me one," he said and received a hopeful nod from Nami.

The bartender turned the knob and stepped outside. Sanji was just down the steps, leaning against the wall and smoking a cigarette. Zoro gently closed the door behind him and cleared his throat.

"I didn't think you'd show up," Sanji commented with a grin.

"What do you want, curly brow."

That immediately put the cook back into defensive mode and he almost bit through the cigarette, but he quickly gathered himself. A heavy sigh rolled off his lips.

"Look, Nami and I want to give it a shot. And today she told me that you matter a lot to her. I don't exactly know what your role is in her life, but I figured that it would make it a lot easier for her if we at least tried to get along. That is if she matters as much to you as you matter to her," he finished off.

Zoro scanned the blonde's face. The guy was actually trying to make it work. Another thing that surprised him was what Nami apparently said about him. She always seemed to be much more honest about the way she felt about others when they were not around. To hear her say that she cared about him a lot was something he rarely heard coming out of her mouth. Zoro shifted legs and crossed his arms.

"If it makes you feel better; Nami and I share a brother-sister bond. She's been around ever since I can remember. Vice versa. But you should know that if you ever lay as much as a finger on her, you're fucking done for. I don't take that shit well," he threatened.

"Dear mosshead, I'd make a much better gentleman than you'd ever do. You might as well stop worrying about her well-being while in my care."

The term 'mosshead' didn't really land well with the bartender, but he let it slide this once.

"It does make me feel better though. I was already wondering how you guys were related."

"So that's all?" Zoro said, wanting to go back inside already. Sanji exhaled the smoke.

"I came to apologize, so that's what I'm gonna do. I'm sorry about starting a fight at the café."

"You better be," Zoro replied.

"Excuse me? You were at fault too! You not gonna apologize?!"

"How was I at fault?! You are the one who attacked me!"

"Because you were being a brute!"

"I told you I have known Nami for a long time! She can take it!"

"I don't care, you don't talk to a lady like that!"

Zoro pulled up his sleeves. "Oh, you wanna fight?!"

"Bring it, mosshead," he challenged and raised his leg.

Before it could escalate into an actual fight, the door opened and there stood Nami. The two gentlemen quickly straightened up and put on an innocent face. The second Nami stepped out, a chill ran up her spine and she folded her arms.

"Jeez, it's cold out here. Are you guys done yet?"

"ACE WON! USOPP TAPPED OUT!" came enthusiastically from inside. Nami rolled her eyes. Did Usopp even try…

"Usopp is blowing it for our team in there. You're up next, Zoro. Come back in after you finish up. And maybe…" she started hesitantly and looked from Sanji to Zoro. "If you want…"

She really wanted to invite Sanji too, but wasn't sure about how Zoro would deal with that. Especially when all she earned was an arched brow from him, so she just shrugged it off.

"Anyway, I'm going back in," she said and closed the door.

Once inside, she leaned against the door and stared at the floor.

"You've been acting really strange lately," came a voice. Nami jerked her head up in surprise. There stood Ace, just a few feet away.

"Ace… you startled me."

"What's bothering you, Nami?" he said gently.

Nami scoffed and forced a toothy smile. "What are you talking about?"

Ace wasn't buying it and just waited out as her smile was slowly starting to waver until it reached the point where it was completely gone and replaced by a pair of sad eyes. She sighed and held her own arms tightly.

"I've noticed that you've holding back lately. Not as expressive as you usually are. Am I right?"

"I guess it's obvious."

"Not really. No one else seemed to have noticed."

She diverted her eyes. On the background, they could hear Zoro and Sanji once again having a heated argument about exactly nothing. As Nami didn't look like she was about to say anything, Ace decided to skip to the next chapter of the conversation.

"If this is about Zoro, I think I can help."

Nami stiffened at the dead-on assumption. She was starting to feel anxious all of a sudden. How was Ace so perceptive? Her desire, however, to share a problem and have someone listen to her and help out was now stronger and she really was starting to feel unhappy. It might be best if she just reached out for Ace's hand, who was more than willing to help.

"I just feel like I'm losing him," she said slowly.

Time seemed to slow down and she peeked up at Ace, searching for a reason to stop telling him the rest of the story, but she found none. He was listening and only concentrated on her, so she continued.

"He's been really distant lately. I know he's not all that talkative in the first place, but we used to just do our own thing in each other's presence. He would work out and I would be working on my maps a few feet away which was enough for me. But he's making excuses lately to not have to stick around and instead I find him in another room by himself or surrounded by his friends. Just everywhere except with me. I just feel so abandoned. It's different from getting into a fight with him. All it takes is time and compromise to get out of those. But this… It feels like we're growing apart after so many years for no apparent reason and the fact that I don't know why it's happening is really bothering me. Almost as—"

"Nami."

She stopped her ramble and breathed heavily.

"Zoro has a few things on his mind recently. His natural response is to isolate himself, completely subconscious however. He is so invested in his own thoughts that he doesn't even realize that he is pushing you away. If you tell him what's bothering you, you can help him too. He would never intentionally hurt you."

"You don't think it's a petty complaint?"

"No way. If that's the way you feel, then there's nothing you can do about that. You're a sensitive person by nature. Just like any other trait, it has its pro's and cons."

Nami smiled. A huge weight had been taken off her shoulders.

"So… what's bothering him so much lately?"

"Nothing serious, he'll get over it. It's just a period." Ace lied smoothly. Nami seemed to buy it though, that must mean he's a professional liar starting now. He wasn't sure if that was a good thing and he felt a little guilty for doing so.

"Come on, let's go in before those drunks tear down the place." He finished off with a grin and turned into the direction of the bar.

"Those idiots…" Nami smiled as she caught up to Ace's side and they walked back together.

When they reached the bar and grabbed their seats, the middle-door opened and Zoro quietly walked inside, followed by a blonde man still unfamiliar to some. They walked over to the bar in awkward silence. Everyone's attention was on the duo. Nami's face softened and a small smile appeared on her lips. Even though they weren't so fond of each other and all they did was argue, Zoro still invited him in and Sanji was behaving really well. Ace was grinning widely upon seeing them come in together and when Nami met his eyes, he winked at her.

"Oh by the way," Zoro started and reluctantly extended his hand to Sanji, "my name is Zoro."

Sanji eyed the hand with a mental grimace. He wasn't gonna be the immature one in this situation, his Nami-swan was watching after all. He locked hands with the marimo and forced a friendly smile.

"Sanji. Nice to meet you."