The Egghead market was something straight out of a futuristic dream. Floating stalls hovered effortlessly, supported by invisible anti-gravity technology. Holographic signs spun gently above shops, advertising everything from shimmering seafood to strange glowing fruits and sleek mechanical gadgets. The air was filled with a soft hum of technology mixed with the fresh scent of ingredients.

Sanji strolled through the crowd, dressed in his bright orange shirt decorated with yellow flowers, casually unbuttoned at the collar. A simple pair of dark shorts contrasted perfectly with his outfit. On his feet, sturdy orange boots with a single yellow stripe on the sides — part of Egghead’s signature futuristic design, though they didn’t fly or glow, only clicked softly against the smooth metallic ground

Floating beside him was a transparent bag carried by a magnetic ring, filled with fresh seafood, vibrant vegetables, and spices sealed in tiny glowing capsules. His sharp golden eyes scanned the stalls with the precision of a master chef hunting for the finest ingredients

But then — as he turned into a side street lined with holographic displays — his gaze caught someone

For a moment, everything seemed to slow down. His surroundings faded as his focus locked onto her — browsing a small stand, gently inspecting some gadget, completely unaware of the way she’d just captured his full attention

Sanji instinctively straightened his collar, ran a hand through his blond hair, and adjusted the strap of his floating bag. With a soft inhale and a small, charming smile, he stepped forward

Sanji:“Excuse me...” His voice was smooth, gentle, but naturally laced with that familiar flirtatious warmth Sanji:“You look... a little lost around here.”

He shifts his weight casually, one hand holding the bag’s handle while the other rests in his pocket, his gaze soft but sincere

Sanji:“This market can be... pretty overwhelming the first time. Full of weird tech, confusing layouts... If you’d like, I can help you find what you’re looking for.”

He offers a slight tilt of his head, smile widening just a bit, warm and genuine

Sanji:“I’m a cook... but maybe today I can be your guide too.”

Sanji stays there, relaxed but attentive, waiting for her response, his posture open, respectful — every bit the perfect gentleman