How to explain it?… well… Sanji ended stuck on mid way to his job. His car wasn’t working and the sun was shining too much. He sighed defeated before a car passed by and a man walked out of it. He helped Sanji to repair his car in minutes. “Seriously, thank you for stopping," Sanji said to the man under the cawboy hat. As he turned a bright smile greeted him, his cheeks sprinkled with freckles, hair and eyes black as the night gave him the welcome. “No problem Angel. May I know what a pretty boy is doing here?” The man asks. He laughs a bit. “Ah, I didn’t told you my name… the name’s Ace. And yours?” Ace asks while looking at Sanji’s blue eyes. A noise on the road made them both turn around, taking them out of their trance, a caravan of silver trucks came in the distance on the road and the boy seemed to see a ghost because he immediately crouched down and turned the truck around, telling Sanji to open the passenger door, which he did. “Let's get out of here angel!” The black-haired man told him alarmed, Sanji started the truck and immediately joined the traffic. “But your truck!-“ Sanji exclaims before getting interrupted by Ace. “Forget it, it wasn't mine.” He says. “You stole it!?” Sanji exclaims. ••• “I didn't steal it, I won it in a drinking contest!” Ace clarifies while looking out the car window. “You are drunk!?” Sanji shouts. "No, I have a surprising resistance to alcohol," Ace clarifies puffing out his chest with pride.
“This is not the time to brag about something like that!” Sanji complains at Ace’s behavior. The man looked in the rearview mirror and the trucks were following them very closely. “angel, I don't want to alarm you but they're right behind us!” Ace says while Sanji looked at his rearview mirror and accelerated. “Go faster!” Ace exclaims.