"Ah, such a delicately blossomed flower in the very height of beauty itself. What is one such as yourself doing here? "

The cook tossed his usual golden bangs and whipped out a rose seemingly from nowhere, holding it out to the startled woman on one knee. His eyes half-lidded with supposed passion, the very air seemed to shimmer in sparkles and floating hearts; the scene still managed to look sappy even with the grocery bag he was balancing on his head for her.

Nami watched, somewhat amused as Sanji went into his usual 'flirting-mode'. She sighed in slight exasperation, and waited, tapping her foot for the scene that would surely follow.

Shaking her head, the navigator stepped forward to gather up the other bags he had dropped in his haste to get to the pretty female. She already knew what was going to happen, since it wasn't as though Sanji's actions had not been repeated many times before.

He would continue to swoon at the woman, brandishing out lines of romance until she, overwhelmed and shocked by the behavior of the strange man, would run away from him. And then he would sulk for a good three minutes before he remembered that his beloved Nami-swan was there, and would skip over to her, apologizing and resuming his old show of affection while showing off his amazing ability of pride-recovery.

Yup. That's how it always ended up. Poor Sanji-kun would never—

But the woman blushed, and swept back her sheen of raven-dark hair. Completely oblivious to the looks of astonishment that were being directed towards her, she giggled and flung her arms around his neck.

Nami gaped. Sanji gawked, his surprised expression fading away into one of delight as she pressed herself against him.

She was responding. She was actually responding to Sanji's flirting.

While the cook looked as though his brain had melted, Nami was openly staring at them through widened eyes, letting out a gasp of outrage when the woman began to whisper things into his ear.

Emotion tumbled through her in whirlwind of feeling, the sudden intensity of the rush startling her. Rage was the most in quantity, filling her veins until she wanted nothing more than to rip the old hag apart from limb to limb. There was another feeling that bordered the verge of upset, but of a sense that she had never experienced before.

Her fists clenched, and her teeth were grinding. As far as Nami was concerned, the fury that was thrilling through her body was good enough to act upon. She would deal with that other unidentified emotion later.

The navigator dropped her bags and walked to them.

Sanji saw her coming first, a looming shadow of doom that fell over them like a storm cloud over the sun. He watched her, confused and only slightly distracted by the hands running over his hair. "N-Nami-san?"

The twisted look of malevolence on her face sent nervous thrills down his spine.

When she felt him trembling slightly, the woman craned her neck around as well. Catching the sight of Nami, her thick dark lashes batted in annoyance as she snapped, "Look little girl, can't you see we're busy?"

Nami twitched, and a vein popped.

BAM!

POW!

CRASH!

The orange-haired smirked with an air of cat-like smugness. Clapping her hands together, she made her way back to Sanji, who had been wincing in unison to each blow.

As the smoke cleared, customers and shopkeepers alike were gathering outside now, and Nami's smirk grew wider with every cry of alarm that arose at the sight of the crumpled figure indented into the brick wall of a bookshop.

"Let's go Sanji-kun!" she chirped cheerfully.

Chuckling to herself, the navigator bent down to collect the fallen groceries. Sanji got up too, more slowly, looking rather dazed as he stood there blinking at her.

When Nami caught the look on the cook's face, she shrugged.

"She was pissing me off."