Not the owner, not making money, not looking for a suit.
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24. good night
The storm was long gone, the beach quite dry, and the fire satisfactorily crackling. The sky was clear again, full of billions of stars sparkling the way they only did just after rainfall, as if somehow the rain had reached them, too, and washed them clean.
Nami was curled up beside the fire, asleep. Sanji sat next to her, staring up at the stars. They had very quickly lost track of the days after Nami lost her calendar stick, but Sanji guessed they must have been there for about a month. Even though he did want to be reunited with the rest of the crew, he had to give this experience credit where it was due. Even if it didn't quite play out like his fantasies of being alone with Nami often did, he felt much closer to her than ever, a closeness he was pretty sure could not have been achieved with those noisy, nosy losers around all the time to get in the way.
In her sleep, Nami gave a small shiver and curled up tighter.
Sanji regarded her for a moment, then picked up his jacket and draped it over her like a blanket. His fingers came up and kissed her cheek, rough brushing gently against smooth. She did not stir. He lay down in the sand beside her, leaving enough space between them so as to be polite, and whispered, "Good night."