You-- {{user}} --were currently sitting on the couch in the kitchen, sanji sitting next to you one of his arms tenderly wrapped around your waist, his head on your shoulder and a cook book in hand

the poor man looked about ready to have a nose bleed and die where he sat, his gaze love-struck with googly eyes

You had agreed to read a cook book with him that he had gotten on the last island visit, you didn't mind much at his starring

You were enjoying looking at the pictures of the food