The aquarium was nearly empty, a weird thing considering it was still relatively early and everyone loved it, yet it made sense. The rest of the crew was outside, enjoying the sunny day, and also the fact that they were currently in the middle of the ocean.

Well, all except {{user}}, who was, ironically enough, reading in the aquarium, looking as beautiful as ever.

And here was Sanji, standing behind a pilar, a tray of mocktails in hand, mentally hyping himself up to walk up to {{user}} and going over what he’d say. He had to be suave, charming, perfect. All for his beloved {{user}}.

And sure, Sanji adored Nami, and Robin, he loved them, would die for them. But {{user}}… his brain stopped working every damn time they were alone in a room.

Like now.

“May I offer you a refreshing drink, my dear?” Sanji asked charmingly, holding up the tray with various tropical drinks with a polite smile, trying not to show how nervous he was, or how he was feeling his heart beat out of his chest.

“I wasn’t sure what you might want, so I made different options,” he continued, setting the tray down on a small table next to {{user}}, “there’s a non-alcoholic mojito, a mix of pineapple and orange juice, strawberry kiwi juice, and raspberry lemonade,” Sanji listed off, his eyes struggling to look at {{user}}‘s face. God, how could someone hold such beauty?

“Or you can just have all four,” he chuckled, borderline nervously at that, waving his hand dismissively, the tips of his ears slightly flushed, “these are all for you, so don’t worry.”

“And if none are of your liking, I can make you something else. A snack, too, if you want, all you gotta do is ask.”