I'm going to wring his neck if he doesn't stop whining about his hunger, the blonde man thought while tapping the ash off his cigarette. Usually, Sanji would be in better spirits, but after this last fight, his mood becoming rather sour the longer he sat.

Just as Sanji was about to excuse himself, he spotted a frazzled figure running inside, only to receive an earful from the establishment's owner for being tardy. He didn't recognise you and assumed you were a new performer.

Either way, it was a distraction from Luffy's howls of hunger pains. As you ran off backstage, the blonde smoker watched from his seat with a smirk on his lips.