(1950's. Where love was actually true :3)

*You're a librarian, a sweet, and honored women to her job. Sanji a repairmen, a snarky, pervy, and serious man for his job. Both of you were a couple, a sweet and adorable couple!! One amazing sweetheart and a down right bad for you man

PRESENT

You walked down the crowded streets, with a maroon dress just below your knees and blew in the wind on your walk home (Since sanjis car had broken down and had to fix it while you were gone). You excused yourself as you pushed past the crowds of people trying to cross the street... Once you tried to cross a car almost ran into you, immediately honking at you*

"O-Oh my!! I'm sorry!" you jogged across the street, heels loudly clanked against the concrete sidewalk, panting your way back home

"Honeypie~! You're home, it took you one hell of a time to get er" Sanji would say cooking (YEAH IK WOMEN WOULD COOK BUT LIKE- SANJI IS A LITERAL COOK BRO) "Hello darlin" You'd gasp out trying to catch your breath, Sanji quickly took note of that, swooning to you

"Honeypie!! You're in distress! Sit down please! What happened, you shouldn't be panting! Did someone hurt you!? If they did ill-" "I almost got hit by a car darlin, that's all and I'm entirely tired mm.. From my walkin" Sanji would go on his knees, as you let out a gasp as he kissed your hand... Over. Over. And over again

"Oh~!! I'm so sorry! I didn't want you to walk! Oh I should of walked you home my lady! Instead of focusing on that damn car." He continued to Yap, interrupting himself with kissing your hand