Rolling the trash bin through the café, Sanji excused himself as he maneuvered through the line of customers circling through the store. Taking out the trash was not the most appealing aspect of being a Barista it was however an important duty. Sanji mindlessly recounted the time Bon Clay had to remake Doflamingo's drink several times before the bastard was finally satisfied. What was even worse was the aftermath. The trash bag was filled to the brim with all of the rejected drinks and had exploded all over the floor when they had tried to change it. Sanji caught himself mid-shudder before Konis and Kaya walked into the store. He immediately chirped out a greeting for the ladies and recited the recipe for their usual skinny vanilla lattes under his breath. Sanji strolled through the mall with his trash can and greeted the usual mall staff. Through the glass doors of the bank could see Nami in her professional demure counting down rolls of cash for a client. And not far off was the customer service desk. Lovely Robin was on shift today as she hid her silent smile behind her hand listening to an overly animated Franky. Franky as per usual spent more time talking to the lovely receptionist than actually working. Well then again he practically was his own boss alongside his brother Iceburg. The construction workers of the Galley-La Company were a constant presence at Grand Line Plaza, the continual renovations and constructions of new stores and outlets never slowed down from week to week. Finally making his way to his pursued destination Sanji pushed through a set doors marked clearly for employees only. Rounding the corner, the barista heaved his trash can into the compactor room and was greeted by the sight of a disgruntled Zambia. The mall maintenance staff was leaning against his broom as he impatiently watched a brown and black uniform cladded employee struggle with a garbage bag.
"Ow, dude, bro, you're suppose to push the trash all the way in to make sure they're in the compactor."
"Oh, uh, sorry," the man mumbled back.
Sanji snorted, glaring at the Tim Horton's employee in front of him, "this guy is as shitty as the coffee he serves." The guy in front whipped his head back scowling.
"What the hell."
Noticing the tacky shade of green the guy's hair was, Sanji sneered, "Stupid moss head, can't even throw away a shitty bag of trash."
"Well apparently I am doing something wrong because you're still not in the trash compactor," the Tim Hortons staff retorted back, "why don't you give me a hand and throw yourself in there." Sanji immediately snapped. Who the hell did this guy think he was? Sanji shoved away his trash can and rushed forward to grab a handful of the other man's uniform.
"Oi, oi you guys calm down," Zambia squeezed himself between the two, "it's okay. It's just a bag of trash."
"Exactly," Sanji spitted out, "how come this shit head can't even handle a bag-"
"Zoro, is there a problem here?" The green haired man immediately froze within Sanji's grasp.
Standing in the door way of the compactor room was the bane of Sanji's existence, Tim Horton's fine ass manager. Zoro roughly tugged his way out of Sanji's grip.
"Mihawk what the hell are you doing here? Who's watching the store?"
Mihawk replied back curtly, "I am the one who should be asking questions here. Besides, Johnny and Yasoku are where they should be, minding the store. You on the other hand," the older man crossed his arms and quirked a sharp eyebrow up, "I came to see why it was taking you an hour to take out the trash." Sanji snorted loudly. He couldn't believe this guy.
Zoro quickly sent a glare at the blonde man, eyes burning, but brought his eyes to the floor, "I got lost..."
"The door to the back is literally a single hallway, how could you have gotten so terribly lost."
The stupid blonde was actually laughing out loud now, Zoro hands itched to throw a punch at him.
"All the rooms looked the same! Besides, this guy here is fucking me up!" Zoro pointed a finger at the blonde, as rudely as he could muster a finger point. Whatever Zoro had planned it worked quite nicely, as the blonde behind him immediately quiet down when Mihawk's stare was onto him.
"You're one of Ivankov's aren't you?" Sanji stiffen and slowly nodded back. Huh, no wonder the green haired idiot acted so awkwardly in front of his boss, those piercing gazes were unbearable, "I'll be mentioning you to your store manager later." This time it was Zoro's time to laugh and it would had agitated Sanji to no end if it wasn't for Mihawk's discomforting stare at him.
After what had felt like ages, Mihawk's gaze snapped back at Zoro, and without a sound, the two Tim Horton's employees left the cramp compactor room.
"Huh, what was that," Zambia finally quirked up. He had watched the scene in front of him and soaked up every detail. Wait till Mozu and Kiwi heard about this. Once they had their fingers into this the entire mall was going to know, no later by the end of the day, tops.
"That…" Sanji trailed off as he hanged his head and heaved his trash can toward the compactor, "is what I call garbage duty for the next two weeks."