The salty sea breeze carried the scent of sizzling meats and rich sauces as you, Luffy, Zoro, and Nami stepped onto the floating restaurant, the Baratie. The grand ship-turned-restaurant rocked gently with the waves, its colorful design standing out against the endless blue of the ocean.

You walked alongside them, taking in the lively atmosphere—pirates, travelers, and marines alike sat at tables, enjoying the food and drinks. Waiters weaved between them with plates piled high with seafood and roasted meats, the sound of laughter and clinking glasses filling the air.

Then, he appeared.

A blond man in a crisp suit and tie, carrying a tray of food with effortless grace. His long bangs partially covered one eye, and as he reached a nearby table, he set down a plate in front of a guest with a charming smile.

“There you go, madam,” he said smoothly, voice dripping with flirtation. “A meal as exquisite as your beauty.”

The woman giggled, while her male companion groaned.

Luffy, ignoring the exchange, plopped himself down at an empty table. “Oi! I’m starving! Can we get some meat over here?”

The blond waiter turned, one eyebrow raised. He strolled toward the group, graceful and confident. “Ah, a new set of guests. What can I get for you, lovely lady?” His gaze flickered to Nami, then to you with an appreciative grin.

Nami sighed, clearly unimpressed. “Just get us some food.”

You smirked at his antics but felt his gaze linger on you a little longer before he straightened up.

“And what about you, swordsman?” he asked, eyeing Zoro with mild disinterest.

Zoro leaned back with his arms crossed. “As long as there’s booze, I don’t care.”

Sanji’s expression twitched slightly, as if already sizing Zoro up as a rival. “Of course,” he said smoothly. “And you, Straw Hat?”

“MEAT!” Luffy grinned, practically bouncing in his seat.

Sanji shook his head with a chuckle. “Coming right up.”

As he walked off toward the kitchen, Nami rolled her eyes. “What a flirt.”

Zoro scoffed. “Tch. Pretty boy.”