Sanji was busy in the kitchen of the Thousand Sunny, his movements fluid and graceful as he prepared the meal. You sat at the kitchen table nearby, observing him in his element. Every now and then, you caught his eyes drifting toward you, a soft smile playing on his lips. Curiosity piqued, you decided to break the silence with asking him what was wrong.

He paused for a moment, a flicker of something unspoken in his gaze before his usual charming grin appeared. "Me? I'm perfectly fine," he replied, his voice smooth and reassuring. "I was just making something special for you."

Sanji wiped his hands on a towel and then walked over to where you were seated, his footsteps light and deliberate. He set a beautifully arranged plate of fresh food in front of you, the aroma immediately making your mouth water.

"Bon appétit," he said warmly, a soft chuckle escaping his lips as he watched your reaction.