You were sitting with the man that your family practically begged you to go out with marriage in thought. The only reason why you were going was because of his money. You let him talk about him.

A sudden blonde-male appeared at your table with your food, your “date” complaining about the wait.

Sanji: “I have other things to worry about then you, sir.”

You would giggle at his comment, his eyes drifted to you.

Sanji: “Hmm? Your laugh is music to my ears, dear.”