A/N: Hello! oi, it's been awhile. Sorry I didn't exactly rush to post up another new story -_- haha. Anyways, thanks for checking my new story out! I really appreciate it! Since all I have been writing so far is humor and parody, I wanted to try something different! *ducks behind barrier made of pillows* okay! I'm ready! You can go ahead and read now!

Will Work for Mellorine

Chapter 1, Last Chance

I do not own One Piece

For so long, Nami had wanted to get her own little home in the beautiful town of Toulouse, France. People are friendly, there were several fun and peaceful bistros and cafés, and beautiful homes on every block. Indeed, any girl who had just come of age to acquire a home would want one here. Nami had wanted to live here since she was young. And once she turned sixteen, she began getting jobs to save up for a condo. But there was always a problem.

Since she was sixteen, a pattern had developed. Nami would get a job, keep it for a couple of weeks, and then lose it.

Nami had an amazing figure, and was quite busty, so most of the time she was touched, or flirted with by her boss or a co-worker. Harassment was something Nami could never put up with, so she usually punched the dirt bag. In the end, she would be fired.

Her parents were at the end of their rope. They wanted Nami to come back home. The last straw is a job opportunity at a local restaurant called Maison à Base de Viande Toulous, Otherwise known as Toulouse steak house.

Nami's father had called his brother who owns the steak house about hiring me, and he easily accepted. From what she heard from her dad, the restaurant was beautiful and classy. And the employees were just as classy.

Nami sighed, hoping ever so much that what her father said was true. She strolled along the side walk in her new waitress uniform. It was scratchy and a bit small, especially the skirt, which seemed to be too burlesque for an average steak house uniform. Nami shrugged it off and checked her watch. She gasped and picked up her pace. The last thing she wanted was to be late for work on the first day.

Nami arrived at the restaurant just in time to clock in. After she found her name card and punched in, she turned around to face another employee. The man had a thin build and resembled a rat like face. His squinted eyes met with hers and he smiled widely. Nami shuddered.

"Hello, you must be Nami," he cooed.

Nami cleared her throat, "Yes, I'm here to take the opening for a busgirl."

"But of course, come, I will show you how to perform your tasks quickly and perfectly," He began to walk toward the kitchen entrance and Nami followed, but before the man pushed open the double doors, he turned. Nami jolted to a halt.

"By the way, I am the head chef, so that means you will listen to me," He sneered.

Nami's eyebrows furrowed but she continued to follow him through the kitchen.

Inside was supposed to be busy, but all work stopped when Nami came in. There were no female employees working at the restaurant, save the manager's wife, who occasionally came in to check on things. Every chef looked up from their work at Nami. Some men gawked, a few whistled. Nami's face flushed with anger. What her father said was a lie. There was no class in this restaurant. She continued on, trying not to make any eye contact.

"Never mind them Nami, here, take this bucket and fill it with hot soapy water," The head chef pushed a large black bin into Nami's arms and pointed to the large sink.

She filled it and poured soap in it, then walked back to the head chef.

"Good. Now then, your job is very simple. You go out and clear tables and put dirty dishes into the bucket, and once it's full, bring them back and wash the dishes. On occasion you will serve petty things like water and bread or salad. You must also clean around the kitchen, never leave a spill alone. Are we clear, miss?"

Nami nodded.

"Beautiful, now please get to it, I have chefs to yell at," The head chef grinned and walked away.

Sanji had been living in the large city of Toulouse for A year now. It was a very beautiful city back when he first came, but to him, it seemed to have lost its charm.

Sanji sighed, "It's because there isn't enough beautiful maidens here."

He continued his stroll toward a nearby steak house. He couldn't exactly pronounce the name of the restaurant, but it serves as a place where he doesn't have to cook for himself for once.

Sanji arrived at the restaurant. It wasn't packed, so he could be immediately seated.

As He walked behind the waiter, Sanji peered through the small windows that revealed some of the kitchen. He noticed a red headed figure, being talked to by what it appears to be the head chef.

"Monsieur, your table is this way," The waiter called.

Sanji looked around for a table near the small window, and took a seat.

"I would like to take a seat hear, please?" Sanji asked. The waiter rolled his eyes and approached the new spot. He gave Sanji a menu and said, "Someone will serve you water in a moment."

Sanji nodded with and gave a small thanks, and the waiter left.

Sanji didn't bother looking over the menu, he knew what he wanted. He chose, instead, to watch Nami, who at the moment was looking around the kitchen for something to do. A chef told her something, and she quickly set down the black tub and switched to carrying a large pitcher of ice water.

Sanji quickly looked back at the menu as Nami came to his table.

"Bonjour, and how are we doing today?" Nami asked, filling Sanji's cup with Ice water.

"I'm feeling like I've just been kissed by the goddess of love now that you're here," Sanji exclaimed, his eye now a large pink heart. He tried to hold Nami's hand, but she pulled away.

"Oh I'm sorry, did I come on too strong, my love?" Sanji apologized.

"No, it was the fact that you came on at all," Nami stated and walked away to the next table.

Sanji swooned and slumped in his chair, "What beauty…" He continued to watch Nami as she poured people water, bused tables, and swept up some milk a toddler spilled.

Two hours had passed when the waiter that had seated Sanji earlier came to the table with an annoyed expression.

"Monsieur, it's almost closing time, will you please leave?" He asked as politely as possible.

Sanji checked his watch, "Oh you're right, I'm sorry," he apologized as he left the table. Before he exited the restaurant, he gave another glance back at Nami. She caught his glance and returned it with a grimace.

*Pokes head from pillows* So... did you like it? ... Please review! ... *ducks*