As Sanji's footsteps grew closer, Luffy rushed to hide the darts. Just as he had removed the last dart, Sanji opened the door.
"Luffy? What are you doing in here?" inquired Sanji, curious as to why Luffy had been late to dinner.
"I was ... looking for my socks!" replied Luffy, shuffling from foot to foot.
"You were sandals, Luffy. You have no socks!"
"... Oh"
Hiding his bubbling curiosity as to what Luffy was actually doing, Sanji gestured to the door, and opened it. As the aromas of MEAT! lured Luffy into the kitchen, the chef stayed back and looked around the room. He saw the dart board, covered by a face most beautiful. Taming the allure of LADY!, he slowly removed the picture from the dart board. Though it was marred with holes, it was still recognizable. And he knew just the person to figure out the new woman in Luffy's life.
"Could it be unrequited love?" murmured Sanji. Even though he felt guilty, he felt a strange relief at the prospect of Luffy's struggling with woman. He always had a way with everyone, man or woman. Everyone except Luffy knew he had accidentally encharmed nearly every lady who spend the slightest time with the crew. From the Princess of the Desert to the Princess of the Sea, no one was free. If it wasn't for Luffy's childish innocence, genuine goodwill, and complete asexuality, it would be terrifying.
Pondering if Luffy was truly asexual, Sanji spun on his heels, and strolled out as he carefully folded the picture and tucked it into his suit pocket.
Even from here, he could hear Luffy's roaring laughter, and the crew chatting happily.
'I am the luckiest pirate chef alive.' he thought to himself.
