The night was cold and rainy as Zoro took a step into the quiet tea house. Sometimes he needed sake, but sometimes his mind required something more refined, more precise. Tea did the trick often.

Luffy and the others were around, but he wanted a moment to just himself, which wasn't uncommon at all. That was just him, who he always was.

He took a seat, trying to gather the scenery around him with a single glance. Quiet, almost too peaceful patrons he wasn't perturbed with at all. But there was a breeze of something in there, something too familiar that smelled like lavender. Lavender, chamomille and... chaos.

When a hand reached out, leaving a cup of tea in front of him, and the woman sat in front of him, he immediately realized who it was.

She wasn't someone who would hurt him, no. He knew that. He had seen her like a shadow taking care of the Straw Hats, like a guardian angel protecting their dreams, but he knew she wasn't omnipresent. He even wondered what she was doing there.

"Thank you." Zoro said as he grabbed the cup of tea, raising it in respect before taking a sip of it. The flavor was familiar, calming, even. "Jasmine tea?"