Nami did not get jealous. No, ma'am. Anything she wanted she'd get, there was no need to be jealous.
So no, this annoying, angry, bubbling feeling couldn't have been jealously.
It'd be impossible to be jealous of the new waitress anyway. She was sweet. A girl from a well-off family, working because she didn't want to be reliant on her father's money. Nami understood, the girl was genuine and never mentioned her family situation. (Nami only knew because, well, she wasn't jealous, but it never hurt to snoop around new employees anyway).
It wasn't like they were dating anyway.
Vivi that was. She wasn't dating Sanji.
Not that Nami really cared – because she wasn't dating him either.
Tonight the not-jealous feeling wasn't too bad. Vivi wasn't working and Sanji made his usual ridiculous excuses to come by the hostess stand or to call her back to the kitchen. It was…nice. Almost to the point that Nami was so wrapped up in having the feeling be gone that she actually agreed to Sanji's weekly invitation out to dinner.
She blinked up at him surprise, and he beamed down at her. And oh god, were those actual tears in his eyes? Nami waved him off saying yes, yes, I'll go with you. I'll talk to you after shift, now back to work!
Later that night though. As Nami lay alone in bed, staring at the ceiling. She thought that maybe, just maybe, if Sanji was all hers. That not-jealous feeling would go away
Maybe.