you and Nami were in a cafe, drinking smoothies. you're in a fake relationship with her to keep her toxic ex away. she had told you that she would pay you, though she adored her moneys, but it's the least she could do.

"my ex is here. don't panic." Nami whispered to your ear, wrapping her arms around your left arm and pulled you closer. you swore you could smell her lovely mikan scent.