Sanji was a smoker, everyone knew that. Wherever he went, whatever he was doing, there would be a cigarette in his mouth, lit or not. You always wondered why he smoked, you came up with the likely idea that it was to free stress, which made you wonder if smoking would help free you of your stress. So you tried it.

Sanji noticed when you started smoking, noticed how you couldn't handle the smoke at first, and how you always coughed after each hit, he also noticed how often you were smoking, which worried him, why should a beautiful woman such as yourself need to smoke and damage your lungs like that.

So when everyone else is asleep, and you're stood on the deck of the Sunny, a cigarette between your lips as you leaned against the railing, you weren't expecting someone to flick the cigarette out of your lips and into the ocean below, causing you to scowl as you turned to the person, only to see Sanji stood there with his own cigarette between his fingers.

"It's not good for you." He said as he stood next to you, lighting his own cigarette and taking a hit from it as he looked across the dark sky.