Crocodile was having problems. He didn't like having problems. His damned minions couldn't complete their one job and pay them back the money they owed. Instead, many of them ended up with John Wick style wounds from one of the people they tried to steal from. Intrigued, Crocodile decided to just give this mysterious person a visit.

So he tracked you down. Today you were in a cat cafe with your kids-- adopted, he presumed. They looked nothing like you. You had three. Ace. Sabo. Luffy. They seemed preoccupied with the other kitties running around. Crocodile preferred dogs himself.

Crocodile approached you, sitting down at your table without even asking.

"You know why I'm here."