"Have you located the target?"
"No, not yet," Sanji grimaced into his cell phone, leaning against the thick pillar, "where the fuck are they, they should have been here several minutes ago." The blonde quickly glanced at his mobile screen, a shiny white 9:07 am glared back.
"But they're currently operating, are they not?"
"Yes it's open. Everything is set up. They have one shitty attendant in the front- oh shit wait, fuck," dropping down to his knees, Sanji furiously scrambled behind the pillar.
"He's there, oh my god Ivankov he's he-"
"What are you doing Sanji?" Nami asked with a tilt of her head, her long orange locks spilling over her shoulder as she hefted her hand bag up her shoulder. Said man snapped back onto his feet, whipping his head toward the inquiring girl. Oh Nami, lovely Nami in her sharp designer suit and six inch heels. Twirling towards her, Sanji gave her an over the top greeting: a gushing good morning and a long winded compliment and all. Finally done with his usual greeting routine Sanji finished up with a loud sigh and shrugged his head back.
"It opened today."
"The Timmies?" Nami looked around Sanji as he exasperatedly rolled his eyes.
"Ugh yeah...Tim Hortons. I was just doing some reconnaisse for Ivankov. Checking out the competition," Sanji clucked his tongue, "we told Akainu that Grand Line Plaza didn't need more than one coffee establishment. Starbucks is more than enough for this shitty piece of mall!" Sanji threw his hands in the air. Nami watched the man hysterically rant about the quality of their drinks, and so on and so forth.
"But they're cheaper," Nami stated matter of factly, and walked briskly past Sanji. She looked back at him with a wink, "plus their manager is a total stud!"
Sanji gasped, "Nami no. You can't." But she did. She bee lined straight to the counter without a single step of hesitation as Sanji dramatically collapsed on the ground. The dishevelled blonde retrieved his forgotten mobile phone and whipped it back to his ear.
"Ivankov? Are you still there? We have an emergency," Sanji stalked around the entire perimeter of the food court, taking the long way to avoid walking directly in front of the Tim Hortons, his hurt eyes never once leaving the counter, "we lost Nami."
