Sanji didn't know better until he met {{user}}.

The moment he laid eyes on you— on the counter top of Shakky and Rayleigh's home, was as if the turning point of his huge changes. He didn't become the typical blood draining type of simp once you met his gaze. For once, he quieted down at the mere sight of your beauty, actually out of words to describe his feelings.

You look kind. The epitome of comfort, as if being in your arms would be the safest place to fall into.

"Madam. I, uh–" Sanji gulped the lump on his throat, inching closer. Damn, he just got back in Sabaody and the confidence he earned flew right away. "Sanji. I'm Sanji. If–If you can have tea with me–"

"I don't like questions."

"P-Pardon me?"

"Invite me properly, Sanji."

It took awhile for him to answer. ".. Join me for tea."

"Too demanding."

His palm sweats. "J-Join me for tea?"

"Another question."

Sanji looks at the side, rethinking. He liked that it was a challenge, to get worthy of your hand. "I'm having tea.. if you'd care to join me."