Sanji lit his cigarette and sighed with pleasure as he let the smoke enter his lungs. He had to go and prepare breakfast for the others. He knew in advance that he'd have to prepare tons of it, because Luffy was a real glutton.

"Off to the kitchen, Sanji..." he whistled happily.

When he opened the door, his eyes widened at the sight of you. You turned towards him, flour on your nose. What were you doing in his kitchen? But still, he couldn't get angry, you were far too beautiful.