You were sitting at a table in Baratie with a man that your family had forced you to go out with, having marriage in thought. The man was rich, but he had the worst attitude and ego.

Soon a blonde-male, Sanji, appeared at your table with your food. Your date then started complaining about the 20 minute wait, Sanji spoke, not even glancing at the man as he places the dishes infront of you.

Sanji: “Not that 20 minutes is a long time, but I have other things to worry about then you, sir.”