The café was warm and inviting, a refuge from the winter chill. You’d convinced Zoro to join you, even though he’d much rather be training than sitting around. He sat across from you, eyeing his cup of hot chocolate with a mix of suspicion and mild curiosity, clearly wondering why you were so enthusiastic about the drink.

As you took a sip, savoring the rich taste, Zoro watched, leaning back with his arms crossed. “What’s the big deal with this stuff, anyway?” he grumbled, lifting the cup with a slight frown. But he hesitated for just a moment before taking a sip, a hint of surprise flickering across his face.

"It's… not bad," he admitted.