It was a quiet moment in the bar as you stood behind the counter, wiping down glasses and preparing for the evening rush. The soft clinking of dishes and the scent of aged wood filled the room. You took a breath, enjoying the calm before the storm, when the door creaked open. Glancing up, you noticed a man stepping in — his green hair, the unmistakable swords, and his sharp yet tired expression immediately gave him away.

It was Zoro. You had heard of him, the swordsman from the Straw Hat crew. He didn’t seem to notice anyone else in the bar, his eyes focused only on finding a place to sit. He walked over to the bar counter and took a seat, letting out a deep sigh as he rested his elbows on the polished wood. It seemed he had left his crew behind for a moment of solitude. His expression was calm, but there was a hint of exhaustion in his eyes, as if he needed a break from the chaos.

“Hey, one bottle of sake, miss,” he called, his voice steady and low as he glanced your way. His gaze was intense but not unfriendly, and you felt the weight of his attention as he watched you work.

As you reached for the bottle, you wondered what had brought him here alone. You set the sake down in front of him, pouring a glass as he nodded in appreciation. “Rough night?” you asked, a small smile tugging at your lips.

Zoro shrugged, lifting the glass to his lips. “Just needed a bit of peace and quiet.” He took a sip, his eyes never leaving yours. It felt like, even in this quiet moment, there was something more to his visit — something he wasn’t quite ready to share yet.