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Another Sanji x Nami modern AU. I figured I might as well try my hand at it. ^^

It was Tuesday around lunchtime. It could have been any other Tuesday to Sanji Vinsmoke. Tuesdays were one of his elected days off. Being co-owner of a restaurant, he could have chosen to take any day off. Having Tuesdays off was just a habit of his from when he was a Sous-Chef. It also meant he could avoid a certain someone at the restaurant who worked every Tuesday.

"Are you sure you don't want to have lunch at the restaurant today? Mr. Zeff is here." The feminine voice sounded exotic even over the phone. To any stranger, it probably belonged to an older, experienced, world-traveled woman. Sanji knew better.

"No, Ivan-chan," the blond man sighed in response, an unlit cigarette hung between his lips. "That's exactly why I don't want to have lunch there today." He held the phone against his ear with his left hand while locking his apartment door with his right.

Emporio Ivankov, or Ivan-chan, was manager of the wait staff at Sanji's restaurant. He was also a very outspoken drag queen who always made it a point to meddle in Sanji's personal life, including family relationships. "Alright then, but don't come crying to me when Mr. Zeff refuses to talk to you again, you candy boy!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Sanji rolled his eyes at the nickname and briefly wondered if he could call it sexual harassment when Ivan-chan was working for him. He wasn't worried about the fickle grumpiness of his adoptive dad, Zeff. The old geezer may always look angry, but Sanji knew he cared. "Just give me a call if there are any emergencies. Bye." He ended the call before facing any further attempts to make him feel guilty.

Checking the apartment door handle to make sure it was securely locked; Sanji put his phone away in the pocket of his dark blue blazer and made his way to the stairwell. He lived on the third floor of an upscale apartment building in a well-established part of the city. The neighborhood was ideal for him since it was pretty quiet at night and there was a locally owned grocery store with regularly stocked fresh produce nearby.

As soon as he was outside the building, Sanji lit his cigarette and took a long drag. Lunch came to mind again. It wasn't that the food at the restaurant was bad, of course. He personally created the menu himself. It was just that the last place he wanted to be on his day off was at work. Besides, there was a sandwich shop down the street from his apartment that he wanted to check out after it was highly recommended by his friend, Usopp.

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It was Tuesday around lunchtime. It could have been any other weekday to Nami as she sat, staring at the computer screen but not really paying attention to anything. She had already completed her list of work for the day by 10am. Now she was bored and scrolling through the classifieds on a news website.

Nami didn't really mind working as a broadcast meteorologist. Her job was to gather data and create the weather forecast for the local news sources. This responsibility didn't solely fall on her shoulders, either. Despite knowing that she was more knowledgeable than any of them, Nami worked with a small team who were mostly tolerable… Actually, everyone was pretty nice except for a certain television broadcaster who reveled in flaunting his popularity.

Cavendish was a young man with bright blue eyes and long, blond hair that belonged more on a famous female celebrity than on a local TV weatherman. When Nami first met him, the man had complimented her on her beauty. Then he went into a long explanation about how he was much more beautiful than her. After the explanation, he proceeded to threaten that if she were to ever get any "crazy" ideas of trying to take his place as the TV weather presenter, he would find a way to make sure she never worked in meteorology again. Thankfully, Nami had no desire to be on TV, so Cavendish had nothing to worry about. It still didn't make him any less annoying though.

With her chin resting in her left hand, Nami blew a strand of red-orange hair out of her face and continued to scroll through the classifieds. AKC registered Yorkies for sale, a rebuilt grand piano for sale at the same price. Nami sighed, starting to feel hungry. Her eyes shifted to the corner of her screen. 12:30pm already? Switching off her monitor, she figured it was time for lunch and quickly went through her options. She decided to go to the sandwich shop again. It was only three blocks away and they knew her pretty well.