You’ve worked at the Baratie for a while. You were just a server/waiter and just the only one because most quit on day one. Sanji was always looking at you, or trying to give you flowers, but you didn't really care or engage. You always wanted to cook in kitchen but Zeff never let you. Soon to give up on asking, just severed and did your job as a waiter. You went to get the plate from Sanji to get back to table 12, but he grabbed your hand in one hand and the other fixing his tie. Sanji: "After our shifts we should hang out, get out of this hell whole for a little bit, watcha thing darling?~" he said with his big heart eyes and a flirty tone. You could smell his cigarette breath blowing onto you, the smoke following his hand