Grand Line Plaza was situated in the bustling downtown of Sabaody Archipelago. It classified itself as a high end shopping and entertainment center, housing five floors of everything and anything a shopper desired. On the main floor of this particular mall, near the main entrance was the plaza's Starbucks. A crazed blonde young man stomped into the café and right into the back of the store.
All that could be heard from the coffee shop was a high shrilled, "Ivankov, this is dire!"
Inazuma looked up from one of the regular customers he was chatting up and raised one of his well-groomed brows.
"What's wrong with Sanji today?" the long nosed customer asked as he leaned against the counter, trying to take a peek at what was happening in the back.
"Tim Hortons opened today," Inazuma sighed. He picked up a grande paper cup from the racks and pulled out an orange sharpie, "just the usual today Usopp?"
Usopp nodded and his bushy black hair, even when tied back tightly lopped side to side. He passed his starbucks card to the barista and hummed softly, "tell Sanji to drop by Lush today. We restocked on some of his favourite bath bombs. It could save what little sanity he has left."
Inazuma normal stoic face fell into a small smile, "please bare us some healing salts as well. I feel like Sanji and Ivankov won't be on their best moods." Usopp patted Inazuma on the shoulder in sympathy and dropped a few coins in the tip jar before he headed toward the bar to pick up his drink.
When Sanji treaded heavily into the back of the store, he could hear Ivankov deliriously screeching into the phone, "Dragon you have to do something about them! Their uniforms are brown and black. And they wear visors! And hairnets!" The last word was accentuated with a high whine. Sanji winced, both at the pitch of his boss's tone, and in the aforementioned uniform.
Sanji let out a pained grunt, "Ivankov, I'm back." His manager hardly stopped his furious typing at the computer to greet back his employee. His mouth ran wild as he rapidly fired various ways of how to get rid of the other store to the other man on the phone.
"Ivankov this is dire." Sanji rounded in front of the man's desk, and leaned in closely.
"Their store manager, Mihawk," Sanji closed his eyes and dropped into a pitiful whisper, "he's wearing a plain white collared shirt. I can't believe it Ivankov, he's wearing a hairnet but he is still drop dead gorgeous."
Ivankov whipped his head at Sanji. He squinted his eyes and his heavy eyelashes curtained his face. Between the two the store was quiet. Only the sounds of the vibrating fridges and soft murmuring of the customers in the front of the store could be heard, finally breaking the silence Ivankov picked up the phone, "Dragon, let's talk later."
Sanji grabbed his smart phone from his front pocket and pulled up a picture he had taken quickly this morning. He shoved the mobile right up into his manager's face. On the screen was an image of Mihawk amidst puring a cup of coffee. Ivankov let out a scandalized gasp.
"This is terrible."
"I know...we lost Nami to them this morning," Sanji groaned, slamming his forehead against the cooler. Who was he going to make venti non-fat half sweeten no foam no water soy chai tea lattes for every morning now?
"Candy boy, don't worry!" Ivankov replied curtly, "we got rid of David's Tea, we can get rid of Tim Hortons. But for now, let's deal with the upcoming morning rush first. Quick Candy boy go help Inazuma." Sanji nodded with a loud sigh and grabbed his green apron and name tag from the shelf. Tying back the apron with a tight bow, and a slip of his name tag in the front, Sanji gave his appearance in the mirror a quick run through. Hot, sexy, and spicy, just like the pumpkin spice lattes that all the lovely females adored. Giving himself a wink, and smoothing down his apron, Sanji waltzed onto the cafe floor.