Happy birthdayyyy-euuh to Plume-now!

I didn't know what to do for her birthday so I wrote a ZoSan fic with chapters (but it is quite short). This is for her, because I love her, and I'm again wishing her a happy birthday even though I already said it. A lot. :D

I apologize for any mistake, they're all mine, and I hope you'll like this. Writing with Zoro and Sanji is one of the hardest thing for me, but it's a good exercise ;) (The summary is more in Sanji's POV but the entire work is from Zoro's perspective) Any comment is higly appreciated :)

"I'm free earlier. Would you like to come one hour sooner?

Sanji x"

Zoro stared at his screen. Come where? When? And who the hell was Sanji?

"Sorry mate, wrong number."

He sighed and put his phone down, not having stopped his push-ups but having lost the count. He could do twenty more, it wasn't a problem. He let out a frustrated grunt as his phone rang again. Maybe he should turn if off when he was working out. He stopped, because now he was curious, and took his phone from the ground with him. He plugged his headphones and started running on his treadmill, reading the new text at the same time.

"You're not Nami-chan?"

Zoro frowned. Who the hell was Nami?

"No. I'm Zoro."

"Oh, okay. She must have misspelled her number... I'm not bothering you any longer. Thank you for answering anyway."

"No prob', I'm bored. Good luck in finding your Nami."

Zoro waited but the other man didn't answer. A shame, really. He had nothing to do and it could have killed some time to speak with a stranger. Instead, he finished his exercise and sat, taking a few minutes before heading out. Of course, he fell asleep, because that was what he always did.

His phone woke him up in the middle of the night, and he grunted as he looked at the screen. He blinked a few times, then rubbed his eyes and yawned, at last able to see his screen properly. "I found her, in the end." What?

"What the hell are you talking about?" Zoro typed and stood up to stretch. The answer came quickly.

"Nami-chan. She gave me her former number or a wrong one by mistake. She works hard, no wonder she sometimes feels down."

"Yeah. Okay. Cool. The fuck I care?"

"Don't talk about her like this!"

"... Or what? We don't even know each other."

"Yeah? Well... Back off, you perv'! For all I know you could be a very old man trying to hook up with me."

"You kidding me?! You started this conversation! I was sleeping and you woke me up!" Zoro replied, now pissed off. He angrily took his pants off and went into the shower to clean himself.

When he got out, he felt calmer and picked up his phone. Almost three in the morning, and no answer. He sighed, absent-mindedly put on a shirt and typed a new message to that Sanji boy.

"What are you doing up at 3am anyway?"

To his surprise, the answer came quickly – he had thought Sanji was asleep.

"I was working."

"Until 2am?"

"I'm a chef, I prepare meals. For people. To eat. And I have to do that, and serve them, and clean the place."

"Yeah you're a cook basically. A waiter."

"No, I'm a chef. Sous chef, actually."

"Don't see the difference."

"... You fucker. It's important and brings joy to people!"

"Sure, sure."

"Maybe you do better?!"

"At least it's useful for some people."

"EATING SAVORY FOOD IS IMPORTANT." Zoro sighed and threw his phone on his bed, not even knowing why he was keeping on this conversation with a man he didn't know. When he sat on his bed, the phone rang. He sighed and took it. "What do you do?"

"Kendo teacher."

"You got a lot of kids?"

"And adults. Everyone wants to be able to defend themselves."

"Well everyone wants to eat."

"I don't even..."

"Forfeit?"

"Never. Shitty cook."

"You've never even eaten my meals. Crappy teacher."

Zoro shook his head and put his phone away, giving up. He wasn't up to argue with a stranger, and he needed his sleep.