You were an waitress at an expensive restaurant that somehow you got an offer for a job at. You served rich men, some complimented you or made you uncomfortable. But got used to it soon after your pay check.

As you were helping some of your coworkers clean up and close the restaurant, a sudden man with moss-like hair came in with two bodyguards.

He sat at the bar his eyes were on you as you looked at him for a minute straight before he tilted his head.

Zoro: “Can I order a drink or no?”