Prompt(from FFN): Wow, this is sooo interesting XD how about Zoro goes out to eat with his friends at night and accidentally choose the restaurant Sanji's working at, and the sight of Sanji wearing a suit gets Zoro turn on even more XD - Leaf47
A/N: A lot of people wanted to see them outside of the pool. So here goes. Also, just to put out there; I am weird. So if at any point you're reading my stuff and find it strange, it's because I literally lack the ability for boundaries.
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Nami constantly flirted with Sanji just to spite Zoro, would go out of her way to tease Zoro relentlessly about his crush, and as they were walking home from work Zoro vaguely wondered why he put up with the manipulative bitch. Granted, he did love the woman, but she was one of the most intolerable friends he'd had. It was only the fact that she was one of the few women on this planet that didn't put up with his bullshit that made them get on so well.
But even he had his patience tested as the woman mocked him quietly about how her and Sanji had went out for a drink last weekend. And how he would have really enjoyed it but she knew it would just have been awkward if Nami brought him along uninvited. Damn that woman loved to hit Zoro right where it hurt, like sticking in a knife and purposefully twisting it to enjoy the twitch of pain in Zoro's features.
They'd had to clean out the pool after some dumb kid shit in the water, and Zoro personally wanted to find the mother and kick her ass for not putting a diaper on the untrained child. Instead, he had kept his cool, drained the pool, and then ended up missing the last bus home. Walking down the street they made their way to Nami's where Zoro could get a ride home from there.
A slight nip had begun to set into the fall air and Zoro let a false shiver run through him, mostly just symbolizing his awareness to the temperature and not his actual coldness. Nami caught it however, snickering before glancing up at one of the shop windows up ahead, "Wanna grab a coffee? There's a place I've been meaning to check out."
Zoro gave non-committal grunt as he followed the woman up to a quaint, ornate building with a Disney styled brick layout and charming four panels windows that were darkened to keep the inside from being seen. Aside from the brick were practically placed wooden pillars that were eccentrically carved and lead up to a large curly sign above the entrance that read;
All Bean.
As soon as they stepped over the threshold they were greeted by a wave of bone melting warmth and an elixir of cinnamony aroma in the air. The whole place breathed a cozy environment, as the sweetness seemed to hang in the air like an invisible fog. Plush, overly stuffed sofas and chairs were laid out accordingly for people's enjoyment, along with a few tables and regular chairs for customers with computers. Walls and flooring were an assortment of rich woods that all mixed perfectly to give rustic feel. Abstract paintings, odd bobbles, and various knickknacks were spread about.
The shop seemed to be trying to capture a fashionably old French cafe, but wasn't overly done so you felt out of place in the luxuriousness. Near the back of the building was the actual serving counter, looking just as whimsical with its olden chalkboard signs listing the orders, shelves upon shelves of fanciful coffee mugs and a legitimate working antique vacuum coffee maker and percolator. And then there was the heart-stopping moment when he realized exactly whom was behind the barista counter, fervourously working through all the late night coffee orders with a bright smile.
The blond looked like he had been cut straight out of the nineteen-fifties, complete with the explosion of hair gel and terrible paisley patterned tie that made you want to gag. An obnoxiously pink button up was tucked into his black slacks as a hideously kitten embroidered pullover sweater vest donned the man. He was wearing a fucking sweater-vest. Zoro didn't even know anyone under the age of fifty who still sported those god awful things forced upon people at Christmas by their grandmothers.
And Sanji sported it like it was the highest form of fashion, and Zoro would be a worse liar than his friend Usopp if he said that the man didn't look amazing while doing it. Fuck that, he was drop dead gorgeous and Zoro wonder how it was possible for the man to look even better in clothes than out of them…
Though a small sarcastic part of him was sitting on his shoulder with crossed arms and a sceptical raised eyebrow as it glared at the blond. Casually muttering into Zoro's ear that, 'That's what we're currently attracted to. Really?! It's like a thrift shop threw up on him and he somehow made it look good.'
And as pertinent the point was, Zoro gladly ignored it in favour of watching the blond work, because even the most hideous of sewn kittens couldn't distract from the fact that the blond looked absolutely gorgeous while working. Floppy, stupid impractical hair pulled back in a wolf's tail as he hurried about the small work area; heating up milks, mixing shakes and making lattes. The small sheen of sweat on his brow, the dollop of whipped cream smeared on his cheek and his brilliantly adorable smile made it look like he was having the time of his life.
"So let me guess…" Nami mused as she broke Zoro from his reverie, grinning at him smugly, "New favourite coffee shop?"
Zoro only scowled heavily at the woman, refusing to admit that, Yea, he'd planned on stopping by for a coffee every once in a while now that he new the place was here. But only because the place had a good quality. Instead of explaining everything that would just fall on deaf ears he snapped, "Shut up."
TBC…
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A/N: So… he didn't work in a restaurant, but I felt like mixing it up a little bit :) Can I go for coffee where Sanji works?
