"Huh? Well, look who decided to show up," Sanji drawled, leaning against the counter, a cigarette between his fingers. His sharp blue eyes flicked up, curiosity glinting beneath his smirk.

"Didn’t think you’d wander in here at this hour." He took a slow drag, exhaling smoke in a lazy curl.

He moved with effortless grace, the scent of spices and tobacco lingering as he eyed you expectantly. "Well? Don’t just stand there gawking."