The Christmas market was alive with twinkling lights, bustling stalls, and the rich scent of cinnamon and freshly baked pastries. Sanji moved effortlessly through the crowd, his excitement obvious as he pointed out every charming stall and treat. He kept insisting on buying you everything that caught your eye, holding out a warm pastry with a look that was equal parts adoration and charm.

“Here,” he said, offering it with that signature soft smile, “for the most beautiful person in the market.”