A/N - A short one-shot idea I came up with. I had a dream about Zoro and Sanji and woke up with this idea and I just had to write it. I hope you enjoy it! XD

Sanji was a chef. Not just any chef though. He was one of the best in the entire city, the sous chef at the famous Baratie.

He had everything he needed. If he didn't, he had plenty of money to buy it. He had been in numerous magazines and had a few interviews for the sake of the Baratie's reputation. However, he only ever went to one store, the same time and day, every week for the last 4 months. Every place he went, multiple people would surround him and ask for his autograph, except this one. It did happen on occasion, but not often.

Despite not having his own restaurant yet, everyone already knew his name. Everyone except one man with green hair.

"That'll be 12,000 beri's," Zoro said to him. The cashier never knew his name and Sanji was grateful for that. Behind the man, he could already see others staring at him. It wasn't very busy today either. He didn't care. He only came to this store for this one man. He treated Sanji like any other person. Sanji had grown fond of those knitted eyebrows and the grumpy look on the man's face.

Before he could hand his card to Zoro though, he felt a tug on his pants. He looked down and a beautiful little girl in pigtails was holding onto his pants and a magazine. She wore a cute flower dress. She looked up at him with deep brown eyes that matched her hair.

"Mr. Sanji. Can you sign this picture, please?" She held up the magazine and looked him in the eye. There was a hint of fear in the girl's eyes. From being rejected, maybe? He could never say no to such a sweet face.

"Of course, sweetheart." He gave her a warm smile to hopefully calm her fears. Next, he looked at Zoro. "Do you have a sharpie I could borrow?" Zoro turned and dug through a few things on a shelf below the register and next to it for a minute before handing over a blue sharpie.

"Thank you." Sanji turned back to the girl who was waiting nervously. He crouched down so he was closer to her height. He could use the wall of the checkout lane to sign it. "Is this for you, miss?"

"My mommy's birthday is coming up soon and she really likes you. She says your cooking is the best she has ever tasted. Daddy brought us shopping this time." She pointed in the direction of a man watching them from near the door. "When I saw you, I wanted to get your signature for her birthday." She was getting more excited as she finished the story. "Her name is April. She also says she wants to cook with you someday." She looked the most proud speaking her mother's name.

The explanation made Sanji smile. "I'm sure your mother will love this present. You're a very smart girl. How about this?" He wrote 'Happy Birthday April!' to the side of his picture and signed his name under it and continued talking. "When is your mother's birthday, sweetie?"

"It's in two days, on Thursday. Mommy and Daddy both took a day off work, so we can spend it together."

"Hmm." He thought for a minute. He thinks his schedule is pretty much clear on Thursday. It's early enough he can probably talk to the old geezer and get some time off in the morning.

He looked at Zoro again. Their eyes met and Sanji forgot what he was thinking about for a minute. For once, the man didn't look angry or bored. He looked curious. It was the most adorable expression he'd ever seen on the man's face.

Sanji stood up, still holding the magazine so the girl didn't leave. Laying it down in the small space they give you to write checks, he quickly paid for his groceries and asked Zoro for the receipt. Flipping it over, he continued writing. When he was finished, he tore off about one fifth of the receipt, which was only about four or five inches long. He did buy almost two carts full of food.

"Here you go, my little flower." He crouched again, handing her the magazine back and the piece of the receipt. Confused, she looked at the receipt and read it aloud before Sanji could finish explaining.

"Call me and we can set up a time on your wife's birthday. I would love to cook breakfast with her the morning of. 483-38-" Her face lit up with the words, but Sanji cut her off. Zoro did NOT need his number until he grew the balls to give it to the man himself.

"Give that to your dad, okay?"

"Do you really mean it?" She started to almost bounce up and down on her feet with a smile that reached her ears. "Will you come over on my mommy's birthday?!"

He giggled a little at her reaction. "Of course I will. We can make that dream of hers to cook with me come true. I think she'll love that present from her daughter, don't you?" He smiled back at her and watched her pigtails bounce when she finally started jumping.

"Yay! Thank you, Mr. Sanji!" With that, she jumped at him and threw her arms around his shoulders in a hug. Then, she turned and ran back to her dad, jumping still and handing him the receipt with the biggest smile on her face. The man scanned his eyes over it before nodding in Sanji's direction. Sanji nodded back and watched the man and his daughter leave.

"Well, that was new." Sanji turned around and looked back at Zoro. He almost forgot he was even here.

The man never spoke much, but Sanji was grateful when he did. He possessed a soothing deep baritone voice that made Sanji shiver sometimes. When he realized what the man was talking about, his heart rate sped up. What if Zoro found out who he was now? Would he treat Sanji differently? There was a good chance he'd figure it out now. "Anyway, can I have that marker back?" Those green eyes met Sanji's blue one's expectantly and he felt the blood rush south. What he would give to see that look below him.. Or even above him.

"Oi. Are you even listening?" Zoro looked at him in confusion. Oh sweet Mary, he looked even hotter when he was confused. Sanji tried to pull himself together and put the marker in Zoro's outstretched hand, carefully avoiding skin contact. It would only make the problem in his pants worse.

"Thanks." Zoro just stared at him for a few seconds. Sanji stared back, anxiety building in his gut. "I hope you realize you can go now. You already paid for your food." Zoro gestured to the receipt on the spot he left it when he wrote the girl's father that note.

Sanji was torn between what to do. Zoro knew how to finally figure out who he was. And he was hoping to ask him out before Zoro found out.

Receipt in hand, he put the last of his groceries in his cart, but hesitated before walking away. He might as well go for it. Sanji turned around and planted his receipt back where he had picked it up from.

"Actually, can I have that sharpie back for a second. I forgot something." Zoro had that confused look on his face again. God, he was so fucking adorable.

"Sure. As long as you will want to give it back this time." Sanji rolled his eyes and took the marker Zoro was passing to him. Before he could lose his nerve, he scribbled on the receipt. Ripping it again, he passed the marker and the piece of paper back to Zoro, while discreetly slipping what was left of the receipt into his cart.

The cashier's face scrunched up in confusion and his eyebrows knitted again. The man looked so lost at what Sanji was doing. It made Sanji just want to take the man home and make love to him all night.

"What's this for?" Zoro asked him.

"For you, moss-head." Sanji winked at him before walking away, pushing his two carts like a pro.

Zoro looked down at the paper after Sanji walked away. His face heated up and he knew he looked as red as one of the tomatoes Sanji just bought. He glanced up to catch Sanji and that nice ass of his disappearing through the store doors.

Looking back at the piece of receipt left for him, his face heated up again.

Call me whenever you want to, hot stuff. 483-389-5403