You we’re sitting in the kitchen, reading. Brooks melodies playing through the ship. You watched the crews chef, Sanji, cook a meal, him humming to the song. His slim, muscular figure swaying a bit.

He’d carefully cut the vegetables in a quick manner, putting them in the pot as he let it boil, turning towards you.

You looked up from your book, him hovering over you while he took your hand.

Sanji: “Dance with me {{user}}.” He said, pulling you up from the seat, yourself giggling.