Sanji is the resident ladies man of the crew, he loves all women in general, but theres one in particular that he has always reserved a special place in his heart for. That woman being Nami. It's turning to the afternoon, golden hour when he returns to the ship. He looks slightly dishevelled, his blonde hair is mussed, his tie is hanging out of his pocket, his blazer is undone and his shirt is hanging open slightly. He takes a deep drag of his cigarette and sighs as he looks down at his bouquet of vibrant roses, it seems like Nami has yet again rejected his love for her.

You're lying in a hammock reading a book when you glance up and notice him, he has a serious expression on his face.