Disclaimer: One Piece belongs to Eiichiro Oda.

Short continuation from Five Days To Resist or Impress.

Chapter One
You Left Your Things at My Place

She wakes up at six in the morning every day, and checks her emails the first thing in the morning before she heads to bath and make herself coffee. Every morning she checks her emails, and then she composes a new message, and hit the sent button. Every morning the message would say, more or less,

"Dear Zoro,

Good morning, how are you? I'm having my usual coffee later today at the cafe. Franky has not fixed my broken coffee maker yet. I love you.

- Robin."

And though she knew well it would not - and probably will never - be replied, she hit the sent button, every single morning, before she heads to work. She had done this every morning for the past six months, and though it felt like she sends email to a wall or something non-living, she does it anyway. It kept her calm in the morning just to pretend that she has someone to hold on to. She has no idea where could Zoro be or where he had been. Neither did the rest of the their friends, but she did not want to ask them either. She was afraid that Zoro might reply to one of them, instead of Robin herself, who sent him unreplied I-love-you's every morning and every night. The thought of not being his ultimate priority, scares her.

Nami thought that Robin was idiotic enough to do these every day and every night, knowing that the green hair hunk would not reply anyway. But she rather say nothing to object Robin's perseverance, and was impressed, even. No one in this world has that kind of patience, waiting for something with a fat chance. Who would do such? Hang on to someone who had disappeared for the past six month, pretending he is around, alive, healthy and sleeps by your side every night? Hang on to the nothingness of a nothing? Nami felt sorry for her. Still, Nami couldn't pull her out of her own little world.

At seven thirty, she leaves her humble little apartment, and takes her newly bought car - an old, cute, modified and serviced purple Volkswagen Beetle - to her office, which is fifteen minutes drive from her apartment and twenty minutes from The All Blue. And that reminded her, today, November 14th, 2012, she did not pack her lunch with her, because she will be having lunch with Franky at The All Blue.

"Franky, you're early."

"You look suuuper as always, Robin!"

"Jeans, I'm impressed. Is Sanji joining us?"

"Nah, he's too busy in the kitchen. So, how's work?"

"Well. The office needs tidying, I wouldn't call it an office, though. But I like things scattered around such."

"Like an Indiana Jones workplace, heh. That's interesting."

"Have you ordered?"

"Sanji said he'll take care of it. He knows what we like anyway."

"Thoughtful. How are you today, Franky?"

"Not bad. I guess Galley-La needs more hands. Some of us are going away this weekend."

"You too? Where to?"

"NAV International Conference for Ships and Shipping Research. We even had a dinner party on La Million Sol, one of the finest yacht ever existed."

"Ah. Formal?"

"Ugh. Yes. You know I hate formal. Actually, I was meaning to ask you about this dinner."

She knew where this is going.

"You, wanna come as... my partner?"

Awkward. "When is it?"

"Sunday night. I'll pick you up, don't worry."

Accept? Reject? Franky is a genuinely nice guy. But everything he did lately was rather overwhelming for Robin. She knew that he had a long-time crush on her, and she was afraid of giving hope to something that would never happen. Sigh. Then again, Franky had been too nice to Robin, it would be a little painful to do him a favour. "Hmm. Is it okay if I let you know on Sunday?"

"Sure, no problem. It's still five days to go, anyway."