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Two days.

Two days since that incident at Sanji's house. Zoro hadn't seen the man since, and he didn't want to either.

Or maybe he did... No. He didn't. He didn't want see Sanji Black... right?

Zoro sat at the table in his small apartment on a wooden chair that was well worn and wobbled under weight, staring at the vase on the table. The flowers Sanji had given him were still perked up, but he suspected they would wilt by the end of the week and he'd miss the colour they brought to his drably painted living room. Under his hand, which was resting on the table top, was the towel from Sanji's house, lightly damp but still smelling of the other man's home. His fingers played at it absentmindedly and the softness though pleasing did nothing to settle his restless mind. He knew he had to give the towel back but he couldn't go back there until he knew exactly what it was that Sanji made him feel. Just the thought of those stupid blue eyes made his stomach flip uneasily.

The mobile phone number, the one he'd received from the milk bottles on Sanji's porch... maybe he should call it? Zoro stamped that thought out before it could take root. The little piece of paper with the spidery numbers lay next to the vase and he encased it in his other hand, crumpling it up into a ball and pushing it away from him, but that only made him feel worse. That Sanji had been nothing but trouble since the second they'd met each other and Zoro was beginning to wish they'd never met at all if it would have spared him the headaches.

He pulled out his phone and pulled up the contacts, looking for his boss' name; maybe he could change his postal route? But even thinking about that made some part deep within Zoro ever so slightly mournful, and that only served to make the man even more confused.

Zoro ran a frustrated hand down his face forcefully; just what the hell was it about this Sanji guy?!

He didn't know and Zoro was starting to think that maybe he'd never know what it was that made his stomach flip like it was performing gymnastics at the Olympics. He sighed and got up, leaving the towel behind to fetch a fresh vase of water for the bright bouquet on his table, a symbol for Sanji and all those confusing feelings.

Stupid blondie.