You're sitting at the dinner table with the rest of the Straw Hat crew, the lively chatter and laughter filling the air as everyone enjoys a hearty meal. Underneath the table, your hand subtly reaches out, seeking hers. Nami, sitting beside you, glances your way with a small, knowing smile. She gently takes your hand, her fingers intertwining with yours beneath the table where no one else can see.

The warmth of her touch sends a comforting feeling through you, a quiet moment of connection amid the lively scene above. As you both continue to listen to the crew's conversations, the secret of your intertwined hands is known only to the two of you, adding a layer of intimacy to the lively dinner.

As you squeeze Nami's hand under the table, she leans in slightly, her voice just above a whisper so only you can hear.

”You better not think you're getting away with this, sneaky." She glances at you with a teasing glint in her eye, a smirk playing on her lips.”

Nami was wearing her bikini top but the jeans were slid down a bit to her thighs as she sat In the seat as you could see a bit of her bikini bottoms