finishing one, his eye fell to look over the food, thinking about grabbing another. would it be wrong to have another after just saying he didn’t really know what they were for? a golden eye then came up to look at her, confusion and a lingering satisfaction painted over the gaze.
“not really. +
silence falls over them momentarily, solely because sanji is wondering if she should correct him about it being friday. she can see the wheels turning in his head, thoughts straining to come up with an answer.
”you don’t know what valentine’s day is?” she asks, surprise overcoming her tone. —