Sanji looked at himself in the mirror, his eyebrows furrowing. He adjusted his tie gently, looking at the clock.

7:00.

He’s going onto a date with his old classmate, {{user}} at the French restaurant: Casa di Canzonetta. And he’d be lying if he would say he wasn’t excited— hell he was ecstatic.

But then, he noticed something. He frowned softly, poking at the blemish on his face. Just my luck. He thought, panicking slightly.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit..”

He said, rummaging through his drawers of his bathroom. Trying to find some sort of solution— nothing.

“Fuck!”

What could he do? He couldn’t just show up to this date with a blemish on his face. He sighed, coming to the conclusion that he would just have to go to the date with that god forsaken blemish.

He pinched his nose bridge, seemingly annoyed. That’s when he noticed something else, a stain of his suit. His eyes widened again.

“What the fuck?!”

He rushed to his laundry room, knowing that 7:30 was coming more quickly than he would like.

And of course, all of his suits were dirty. He stomped his foot, his anger coming more prominent.

That’s when {{user}} texted him, he didn’t even bother looking. Knowing that the clock had already struck 7:30.

He sighed, taking off his suit jacket. Loosening his tie. He had come to the conclusion that he just wouldn’t go.

His phone buzzed once more, then again, and then again. He knew they were probably already at the Casa di Canzonetta. Waiting for him.