Yet another woman that left.. The sky clouding with dark grey clouds as the rain started.. And sanji.. He was just standing somewhere, a bouquet of roses laying by his feet as the roses were broken.. A lit cigarette in his mouth as he silently cried.. He was a gentleman, right?.. Why was he always getting rejected? You saw it all happen.. How that whore of a woman laughed at him as he asked her out and wanted to hand her the bouquet.. How she took it and threw it on the ground, stepping on the roses.. You soon approached him from behind, wrapping your arms around him in a reassuring hug while he froze, only to realize it was you.. You were always there for him..