Freshly Brewed
I posted this on AO3 a few days ago before Christmas, but now I have some time, I’ll post it here too.
Summary: Sanji changed his shift because it worked better for his class schedule, not because of the gorgeous morning regular.
Yeah right.
Rating: T
This is for the SN Secret Santa exchange Ray and I hosted on our discord and I was Mome’s Secret Santa! Mome’s prompt was modern college students AU but that goes hand in hand with a coffee shop AU, right?
I’m basing this on the UK education system, although it shouldn’t really matter.
You can also find this on AO3 and FFN.
It was going to be a long day.
Stupidly, Sanji had agreed to come in to cover part of Usopp’s morning shift. The engineer student had begged almost everyone to swap shifts, only to be met with refusals. He’d caved after Usopp had whinged for half a day, and that was only to covering part of his shift.
But it now meant Sanji would need to run to make it in time for his classes that morning and come back afterwards to do his normal shift in the evening.
A very long day.
“Usopp, shouldn’t you be going?” He’d been here almost twenty minutes and Usopp had yet to leave.
“I’ll leave in ten minutes; you’re going to want the help,” Usopp informed him gravely, getting an extra bag of coffee beans down from the cupboard.
Sanji looked around the little coffee shop, it was virtually empty apart from the one person already sitting. They’d only had one other person before them and they’d left with their coffee. What was he going on about?
But Usopp was right in the end and he hadn’t been prepared in the slightest.
As the bell kept tinkering, growing more and more irritating by the second, and more sets of feet walked in, he was grateful for the extra sets of hands. One minute it was quiet and the next there was a queue almost going out of the door. The change was so sudden that he presumed this was the morning rush Usopp always complained about.
It’d been a mad fifteen minutes, both of them working around one another in silence to get the queue down as quickly as possible and it was only once their final customer was gone that Sanji voiced his surprise.
“I know! I keep saying but no one listens,” Usopp whined in response.
“Maybe because you’re so dramatic all the time,” Sanji said, eyeing the way Usopp was slumped over the counter, pretending to be dead.
He laughed when Usopp shot up, outraged at the accusation.
The door opened and whatever he was going to say died on his lips, instead saying, “I’ll help you with one last customer and then I’m going.”
Sanji was going to protest, to say he could leave now, until he caught sight of the next customer and stopped dead in his tracks. He was suddenly glad Usopp had stayed, because he could no longer speak, language lost on him as he gaped at the women approaching the counter.
He would have made a fool of himself in front of her if he’d been left by himself.
Now, Sanji was pretty sure before this moment that he didn’t have a type. He’d always thought he appreciated all people and the different features they had as each person was beautiful in their own way. But looking at the person before him, he realised just how wrong he had been. She ticked all the boxes he hadn’t realised he had.
Long, orange hair? Check. Round doe eyes? Check. Soft pink lips? Check. A body that if he looked at for too long, he’d pass out? Check.
She was gorgeous.
What shocked him out of his stupor was when Usopp greeted her so casually. “Hey, you’re later than usual, I didn’t think you were coming.”
And she reciprocated in kind, “Morning Usopp! I woke up late and debated it, but I need this if I’m going to make it through my morning lecture.”
She knew his name?
They chatted back and forth so easily. Usopp moved around him, making her order, as he stood there like a fool. All he managed was a wobbly smile when she looked at him and she’d offered a more confident one in return. That had almost been enough to finish him.
He was interrupted from him gawking as she spoke, “I should definitely be getting free coffees! I’m a regular, you should be looking after me.”
Based on the way Usopp rolled his eyes at her, it was an argument they had frequently.
Rude. He’d give her whatever she wanted. Free coffee… His heart…
“You’d bleed the shop dry if we did that! And don’t pretend I didn’t give you one two visits ago!”
“You did not!”
They squabbled back and forth for the rest of the transaction and Sanji couldn’t help but feel a tiny stab of jealousy at how relaxed they were around each other. Although it was over soon enough, as she took her drink and made her way out of the shop, throwing a casual wave over her shoulder as she went.
As soon as the door closed, Usopp turned, ready to go but bumped into Sanji who was breathing down his neck.
“Who is she? How do you know her? Is she single?” The questions spilled out all in one hurried breath.
Wide eyed, Usopp took a step back and pointed to the back room where his stuff was, “I have to go now, I’m going to be late.”
Sanji’s hands gripped his shoulders, shaking him like the answers would come tumbling out. “You’ve stayed this long; you can spare me another minute!”
Sighing, Usopp answered, “Her name’s Nami. She’s a regular but we also go to the same university-” Sanji silently cursed himself at that, he knew he should’ve gone to university- “and I don’t know. I’ve never seen her with anyone, and she’s never said anything.”
Somehow, Sanji crowded in closer, “Introduce me,” he demanded, but then faltered, “wait no, don’t. Too obvious.” Then thought again, “But then if you’re friends, it’d be weird if you didn’t.”
Usopp pried himself free as Sanji continued to mutter to himself, putting some distance between them. Snorting, he said, “You’re overthinking this.”
“You’re right. I’ll just go with the flow. Does she come in randomly or on certain days?” He’d be prepared next time, he’d make sure of it.
“I normally only see her on Monday mornings, she might come in other times, but I don’t see her,” Usopp informed him, Sanji trailed behind him as he grabbed his bag to leave.
Suddenly that rush to his morning classes didn’t seem all that bad after seeing her.
“Swap shifts with me!”
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Convincing Usopp had been easier than he’d expected and he suspected it was due to the early start after the weekend.
The week had been longer than normal. Classes had dragged, he’d burned himself, which he hadn’t done since the start of the year, and he hadn’t seen Nami at all. He’d been on high alert since Monday, both in and out of the coffee shop. The door would open, and he’d spring into action only to be disappointed. He felt like he’d been looking over his shoulder as he went about his normal week, just hoping to catch a glimpse of long orange hair. He’d been tempted to visit Usopp on the university campus but he decided that might be a bit too desperate… for the time being anyway, he wasn’t ruling anything out in the future.
But finally, the following Monday had rolled around. It hadn’t been hard to get up for his newly acquired early shift and he had a spring in his step since he’d left the bed at the thought of seeing her.
As he opened up the shop at 6am, he pondered on when he’d actually see her. He hadn’t asked Usopp what time she usually came around, but he tried to settle his nerves by not thinking about it. Which was hard to do, considering it was so quiet. To occupy himself, he’d cleaned the tables, moved a few of them around and cleaned the coffee machines knowing it’d have to be done later anyway. He’d only served a handful of people in between and if he hadn’t seen how busy it could get, he’d call Usopp a liar for constantly complaining.
Which was why, when he turned, cup in hand, the last thing he expected was to see her standing there. Luckily said cup was empty because in his surprise, the cup slipped out of his hands and he fumbled, with what he hoped was some form of grace, to catch it before it smashed on the ground. His hopes were quickly dashed when he looked to see Nami trying to contain a laugh. He could feel his face heating up, from embarrassment and because she was even prettier than he remembered.
He tried to muster up some form of confidence as he greeted her, “Hi! Good morning! Did you want the orange latte again?”
She quirked an eyebrow at him and he realised a second too late just what he’d done. Sure, he’d been obsessing over every detail from her last visit, but he didn’t need her knowing that.
Luckily, she spared him. “Morning, no Usopp?”
“Ah, no. I swapped shifts with him, this works better for his schedule.” It wasn’t a total lie and he was not going to tell her the truth, he’d sound like a creep.
She nodded, smile looking a little too knowing and it made him sweat but she didn’t challenge it. “I’ll have the orange latte to go, large, thanks.”
“Coming right up.” He could do this, just make the coffee, strike up casual small talk and he’d be fine. He moved around, starting the process of making her drink and asked, “Boring lecture again?”
“I was up late from work and it was a slow night.”
“Oh, what do you do?” Maybe she also worked at a coffee shop, they had 24-hour coffee shops around here, right? And competitor or not, he would be visiting if she did.
“I work at a bar down the street, it’s normally lively regardless of the night but it dragged last night.”
Her pout was adorable and as much as he wanted to talk to her more, there was already someone waiting and he’d witnessed first-hand last week how quickly things could change. Besides, he was in no rush, he had time.
“Well hopefully your day goes quicker!” He said, placing her coffee down on the counter for her. “It’s on the house.”
“An improvement on Usopp already,” she said, winking at him.
He was in love.
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Sanji liked working at the coffee shop. It was owned by an elderly couple who were more than understanding that students needed part time jobs, so they’d hired a few full timers and multiple part timers to cover shifts in the mornings and afternoons around classes. He spent half of his time working alone and the two other shifts working with Luffy or Usopp.
It wasn’t a big commercial chain coffee shop but it was busy enough. It was small and quaint, with dark wooden panelling on the floor, scratch marks haphazardly scattered across them from chairs scraping over the years, and mismatched tables dotted around. There were sofas pressed against the walls at the back and photography on the walls, varying from local landscapes to someone’s cat. It was homely and he’d always liked it there, even from the first-time walking in to hand in his application.
But now it was even better because there was a beautiful woman that graced him with her presence multiple times a week.
He always saw her every Monday morning since swapping shifts, so he’d come to expect that but she’d also started to appear on a Wednesday and Thursday evening, as well as a Sunday afternoon. Not like clockwork but frequently enough and he had to shove down the thought that maybe she’d asked Usopp for his schedule. The thought made him giddy but he was trying to play this cool. For now anyway.
From their brief encounters, he’d learned that she was in her first year of university, studying meteorology and she was brilliant. She was smart, really smart and friendly and pretty and kind. A little girl had dropped her croissant the other day and before he could offer a new one, Nami’d given hers up. He’d of course given Nami a new one but she hadn’t thought for a second before offering up hers.
But most of all, above everything else, they were slowly getting to know one another and it seemed like they were getting along so far, which was the biggest thrill.
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He was working on Wednesday afternoon with Luffy and every time they worked together, he questioned what the owners were thinking when they employed Luffy and then their sanity when they actually kept him. He was a good friend, having met through working together, but he burned the coffee and ate the food from the display shelf, which was why he mainly cleaned and collected used cups from tables.
At the moment, Luffy was finishing his break in the back when Nami walked in.
“Hi Nami, the usual?” Sanji greeted as she entered, in his multiple times serving her, she’d never ordered anything different.
“Hi Sanji, yes please, but to stay this time.”
“Oh?” He couldn’t hide the note of delight in his tone and he suddenly got an idea.
“I’ve got some notes to go over and it’s quiet here.”
He moved to make her order. “Party?”
“No, someone has… company.”
It was totally natural and common knowledge with what went on at university with students all living together but coming from her made his cheeks warm, like he was some prude.
He was saved from having to give a response as the back door swung open and Luffy hurried in.
“Nami!” He cheered.
“Hey Luffy, the place is still standing I see?”
“Not without effort,” Sanji deadpanned and felt proud when she laughed.
He was distracted once the mircofoam was ready and his focus went onto pouring it meticulously into her cup.
“How come I don’t see you as often now when I’m working?” Luffy sulked and although his back was turned, he imagined the other boy had turned on his puppy eyes.
“I’ve been busy,” Nami excused and whilst he could understand that, her tone was flustered that he couldn’t resist peeking over his shoulder. She had rosy cheeks and her eyes flittered to his nervously, quickly looking away when they made eye contact.
“Here you go,” Sanji interrupted, saving her from their conversation, even if he didn’t fully understand what was going on.
“Thank you.” She almost went to take the cup but paused. “Latte art?”
“Yeah, I’m working on it-” He’d practised this design ever since he’d learned what she was studying but it’d still taken everything in him not to do a heart and now he was glad he hadn’t. It would’ve been far too forward- “so it’s on the house.”
At this stage, he didn’t need to give her excuses for free coffee, he’d never made her pay when he served her.
She thanked him before commenting, “I haven’t seen a lightning bolt before though.”
“I like a challenge and you’re studying meteorology, right?”
Her smile was warm and it was worth it all. “I’ll have to take a picture to show my roommate!”
She went to find a table a few minutes later after he’d explained how he’d managed to make the art and he watched her go, eyes scanning from her appealing backside to the gentle swish of her long hair.
Before he was caught by her, he turned to see Luffy blinking at him owlishly. Shit, he’d forgot he was there and whilst he could be an idiot, if Luffy stared him down for long enough, he might just figure it out, so-
“There’s a new recipe I need to you taste test.”
“Can I have it now?!”
“Does it look like I can make a full meal here? I’ll bring it in next week.”
With Luffy now distracted, they carried on at they normally did. Well, at least he tried to. Whilst Sanji was normally distracted when Nami visited, it’d never been like this before and he found his eyes wondering over to her whenever he had the chance. Normally she came in, chatted for a few minutes and was then gone, but now, she was constantly in his peripheral and her presence was bewitching. He’d already discovered that when she was thinking, she’d absently tap the end of her pen to her lips but then her face would light up when she figured it out, pen quickly moving across the paper to jot it down.
He'd tried not to bother her and had even stopped Luffy from going over twice after she’d said she needed some quiet but when he’d noticed her cup was empty, he’d allowed himself to go over, hot drink in hand.
She’d smiled at him as he approached and whilst swapping the empty cup for a new one, he’d asked how she was getting on. She told him that she was also taking a few accounting classes per week, to keep her options open whilst she decided what she wanted to do but between that, her job and some tough papers, she was trying to catch up. He was about to excuse himself, not wanting to overstay his welcome when she was clearly busy, when she asked-
“What about you? I haven’t seen you at the university?”
“I’m studying at the culinary school down the road.”
“Down the road? That’s the best one in the area!” As an afterthought she added, “no wonder your latte art is so good.”
He beamed at her, silently relishing the awe on her face. “I want to be a professional chef and further down the road, own a restaurant.” He paused, eyes flicking to her papers to add, “Maybe it’s a good thing I know an accountant?”
Her eyes gleamed and it was an expression he hadn’t seen before but liked all the same. “I might be able to cut you a deal if you play your cards right.”
“I’d be honoured.”
The sound of the door opening meant the arrival of a customer and as much as he didn’t want to part so soon, he couldn’t leave Luffy to serve them. He pulled away, practically gliding towards the counter, as the conversation played in a loop and he squirreled away all the new information he’d learned.
Once the customer was dealt wit and out the door with their coffee, his gaze naturally returned back to Nami. She was typing on her laptop now, fingers furiously moving across the keyboard and even when she was concentrating, she was so pretty. And smart. He couldn’t stop the sigh that left his lips.
“Ooooooh,” Luffy said far too loudly from where he was sitting on the counter, legs swinging haphazardly, “that’s what Usopp was talking about.”
He tore his eyes away from Nami to ask, “What’re you talking about now?” If it was another tall tale he’d lied about, he’d kick them both. He still hadn’t recovered from the toaster incident.
“He said you were all starry-eyed but that doesn’t make sense because no one has star for eyes, right? So I figured he was lying or something-”
“What the hell are you talking about?” He cut off, exasperated and wiping down the counter.
Luffy leaned forward, eyes shining as his mouth opened, “You have a crush on N-”
He dropped the cloth in his hand like it’d electrocuted him and slapped a hand over Luffy’s mouth to stop him from loudly sharing his own damn confession. He’d tell Nami at some point, if he was lucky enough to get closer to her but he’d be damned if it came from Luffy of all people.
“Keep your voice down,” he hissed and looked over his shoulder but luckily Nami was still working.
Even with his mouth covered, Luffy still managed to look mischievous as he waggled his eyebrows at Sanji.
“If you open your mouth, you’ll have to survive on Usopp’s cooking from then on.”
They both knew that was an empty threat but with eyes like saucers, Luffy still nodded and when Sanji dropped his hand, he pretended to zip his mouth closed.
With one last glare, Sanji went back to stealing glances at Nami and moved onto a new patch of counter to clean. It didn’t matter that the counter was squeaky clean already, from here he could pretend to work and keep tabs on Nami’s cup and maybe sneak a few more glances at her.
“I’m doing all the work,” Luffy huffed behind him, still sat on the counter doing sweet nothing.
“I don’t want to hear that from you!” Sanji snapped. “Don’t think I’ve missed you stealing muffins from the case. Go sweep the floor!”
“Dunno how you saw that when all you do is stare at Nami,” Luffy muttered under his breath, pouting as he grabbed the broom.
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In the weeks leading up to Christmas break, it was getting busier for the both of them and he liked to think they’d bonded over that, even if it meant they were sometimes like passing ships.
She’d lamented about doing things outside of her degree, especially as the bar was getting busier so they asked her to cover more shifts and the same thing was happening to him. She had two exams coming up and a paper she still had to finish and he had practical’s coming out of his ears as well as presenting a menu he’d created.
They were both stressed and counting down the days until they could breathe a sigh of relief.
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It’d been raining on and off all day and it’d just started again as he went in to cover for someone who’d called in sick on Friday after a long day of classes. He didn’t really feel like it, not after he’d had a practical today but it was money he didn’t want to pass up that could go towards his restaurant fund.
He wasn’t far from the shop when something caught his eye on the opposite side of the road and he realised why when he saw long orange hair. The figure was hunched over, walking just a few steps ahead of him and by the looks of it, powerwalking. Whilst he couldn’t see her face but he’d recognise her anywhere.
“Hey!” He called, “Nami!”
He checked the road before half-jogging across the road just as she turned, searching for the voice and his heart panged, she looked miserable.
She stopped as he approached and he gave her a once over. She was soaked and although it was raining, it wasn’t raining that much. “Hey, where’s your umbrella?” It was a stupid question. It was obviously not with her otherwise she’d be using it but it was mainly said out of concern.
Without a second thought, he stepped closer to cover her with his umbrella, shielding them both from the rain. Although it might not be so effective for her anymore.
“This guy splashed me with his car! He could have easily gone around the very large and obvious puddle, there wasn’t any traffic! And he didn’t even stop to apologise,” she seethed; eyebrows furrowed and ignoring his question. “If I ever see him again, I’m-”
“I’m going to kick his arse,” he interrupted, feeling furious. That explained why she was so wet but he couldn’t believe someone would splash her.
A bark of a laugh bubbled past her lips. “At least chivalry isn’t dead but it’s probably for the best we don’t get you a criminal record, I can’t imagine that’ll help with your future restaurant business.”
“I just can’t believe someone would splash you, what a lack of manners.” He was too angry to joke with her, even if the light returning to her eyes did take the edge off.
“I know but at least you and your umbrella were here to save the day.”
“I’m glad I am. I’m not meant to be working today but someone called in sick, so I picked up the shift. Come on, we’re not far from the shop, we can dry you off there.”
He didn’t really wait for her to agree as he swapped the umbrella into his other hand and used his free arm to gently guide her into walking with him. He made sure to position himself on the outside, so that if anyone did dare to splash them, she wouldn’t get even wetter.
“At least my bag isn’t soaked, it has my notes and laptop in,” she told him, loosening her arms to show him the bag that had been curled into her body. Now he understood why she was hunching over. Still though-
“Did you get their number plate?” He half joked.
“Sanji, no!” She laughed, playfully smacking his arm.
He ignored the barista’s raised eyebrows as he walked in with Nami, stopping to shake off any excess water before collapsing the umbrella and putting it in the stand. His hand was gentle on her back as he guided her through the shop, passed the counter and to the back.
“It feels forbidden to be back here,” Nami told him in amusement.
“If only it was that interesting.” There was a small hallway which branched off into two rooms. One was a small staff room for people to take breaks and the other was for a storage cupboard for cleaning products, coffee beans and cups.
He ended up taking her to the storage cupboard where they had clean towels to help with any spills and moved to grab some towels for her.
He didn’t think about what he was doing when he wrapped the towel around her shoulders, gently lifting her hair so it sat over the top. He definitely didn’t think about the fact that she let him. He was so close he could see the freckles on her face but they were slowly being lost to the pink on her cheeks and he cleared his throat, feeling his own cheeks warm.
“They’re clean, I promise,” he said, trying to seem casual as he handed her a towel to dry herself off.
He tried not to gawk as she dried herself off, dabbing her arms, scooping up her hair to try and get as much moisture out as possible but there wasn’t anywhere else to look. Well, that was of interest.
“Hopefully this dries off quickly.” She pinched her top and he watched the way it stuck to her when she let it go.
“You can wear this,” He offered, not waiting for a response as he pulled his hoody off over his head, no doubt his hair looked a bit fluffy afterwards, and held it out to her. “I can’t wear it for my shift.”
He took it as a win when she just accepted it with a smile but when neither moved, her smile turned sharp.
“Turn around then, unless you want a show? But I can assure you it’s not free,” she teased, leaning in and he gulped heavily as he looked down at her lips.
There was a pregnant pause as he stared at her wide eyed, his brain short-circuited before remembering himself and turning around. He tried not to think about the rustling from the clothes he could hear, her wet top peeling off her body to be replaced by his hoody. His hoody. Which she had no problem wearing.
And his thoughts were spiralling from there until he felt a tap on his shoulder.
All he could do was stare and he wasn’t bothering to try and hide it. The blue in his hoody brought out the vibrancy of her hair and she was almost drowning in it. The hoody was big on her, the sleeves bunching at her wrists, threatening to slip down and went down to her thigh. All he could think about was how pretty she was and that it was his. That really did it for him apparently.
“Do I look okay?” It was a stark difference from her previous comment and he realised it was because she was self-conscious. He didn’t like it.
“Yeah.” And whilst it may have seemed like a plain response, when it was paired with the breathy way he’d said it, like he’d been punched in the gut, he might as well have written a poem dedicated to her beauty.
Her hair was still damp but it was starting to curl as it dried and her wet top was in her hands now. And he was suddenly very aware that they were in the back storage room alone and it wasn’t spacious. She was so close he had to look down with their height difference and he still couldn’t stop his gaze from dropping to her lips.
His hand twitched to tuck a loose strange behind her ear and he needed to get out of here, otherwise he was going to do something stupid.
“I- my shift is about to start.” It broke the spell they were under and she took as small step back as he cleared his throat. He had been about to do something stupid. “Let’s find you a radiator to sit next to, I’ll turn up the heating.”
He got her settled on one of the tables to the side, pressed against a radiator and when she pulled out her wet top to rest over the top, he tried not to think about the fact she had nothing on under the jumper. Instead, he focused on her wide smile when she saw her dry laptop and notes.
He left her momentarily to get her a hot drink and he smiled when her hands curled around it, a small shiver going down her body from the warmth.
His shift had started and he was now alone to man the shop, yet he had some time to spare to ask, “Apart from the obvious, how was your day? Better I hope?”
“Not really, this was just the cherry on top. Today’s one of my heavy days and I have Professor Enel and if I have to listen to him talk about his crusty old paper from years back one more time, I’m going to scream.”
He laughed and when she gave him an unimpressed look, he explained, “Sorry, it was the crusty paper that got me, not your awful day.”
She laughed then too. “It’s funny now but not when you have to listen for the hundredth time about his ‘ground-breaking’ paper from day dot.”
“Boring or self-centred?”
“He’s very knowledgeable but he’s a know it all and loves himself,” she told him with an eyeroll. “His paper didn’t hold up in peer-review but he conveniently forgets that.”
“Someone should tell him.”
“Unless you want war, sure. If someone snaps, I’ll let you know how it goes.”
“Just send in Luffy.”
She laughed and this was what he wanted. They’d spoken quite a bit now over the last few weeks and he felt like he was getting to know her, especially as they shared friends. They were getting past the polite small talk and he took that as a win. He didn’t want to just ask her out, especially as he wasn’t sure she’d accept.
He had to leave her shortly after to get some work done now that he was by himself but the few times he’d been caught looking over, she’d smiled at him. The time went quicker today, from being alone and because whenever he had the chance, he’d go over to talk to her more or, for the first time, she’d come up to the counter to talk to him under the illusion of returning her empty cup.
When he checked the time, he was surprised to see he only had half an hour left and that Nami was still at the café.
“Hey, my shift finishes in thirty minutes, if you wait, I can walk you back.”
“Are you sure? It’s the opposite direction.”
It wasn’t a no.
“It’s still raining out and it’s getting dark, I can’t let you walk back by yourself and I don’t mind the walk.”
“Okay, I’ll finish what I’m doing and pack up.”
She waited for him under the umbrella outside as he did a final scan before turning off the lights and locking the doors. All of them had a set of keys to let themselves in and out with, apart from Luffy who had lost his. They had to work the rota around him now.
When he was done, he took the umbrella from Nami to hold between them and started to walk towards the university.
She was the first one to break the silence as she asked, “If you’re studying to be a chef, why didn’t you choose to work at a restaurant?”
It was a good point and Usopp has asked too. “My Dad, Zeff, owns a restaurant but he said that until I’m qualified, I’d just get in the way.” He huffed a laugh, rolling his eyes. “But really, he just wants me to focus and pass.”
“So why not work at a different restaurant?”
“I don’t really want to work for competition and they probably couldn’t give me flexibility I need.”
“He should just let you work there; you’ve got a job anyway.”
Exactly the point he’d made every time they discussed it. Or he discussed it and Zeff shooed him off. “He’s too stubborn!”
With the topic of family, he’d asked about hers and she’d told him about her mother Bell-mére, sister Nojiko and father figure Genzo. She’d told him she was adopted and maybe a bit too eagerly, he’d told her he was too.
When they made it to campus, she took the lead and their conversation drifted from family to pointing out notable places as they walked to her dorm. The cafeteria, the buildings where her classes were, the football field Luffy had broken into late at night and he’d hung on her every word. As it was a Friday, there were people meandering around but apart from the casual wave Nami gave a girl in passing, no one had bothered them.
He was disappointed when they arrived in front of her building, knowing that his time with her was coming to an end. Even if it was just casual between friends, he liked hanging out with her and considering she’d stayed in the shop all evening, he hoped the feeling was reciprocated.
When she lingered in front of the door, fiddling with her keys, he took the opportunity to spend a few more minutes with her.
“After knowing Usopp all this time, I’ve never actually been on campus.”
“Well, when there’s a party next, you should come.”
That was his opening.
Ask for her number.
“Yeah, I’m sure Usopp or Luffy will let me know.”
Idiot.
“Or I could.” There was a look in her eye that made his palms sweaty.
Do it now.
Ask for her number.
Ask her on a date.
Kiss her.
Anything!
“Yeah, that’d be cool.”
… Other than that.
Cool? What was he, 12?
After a brief pause, like she was waiting for him to continue, she quirked her lips, amused, and he felt like maybe there had been an opening after all and he’d missed it.
“Well, this is me, I live on the top floor but if you wait a second, I can get changed and give you your hoody back.”
“No it’s fine, keep it.” That sounded too forward. “I mean, you can give it back to me when I see you next.”
She almost looked exasperated for a second before the look disappeared and she said, “Thanks for walking me back, night Sanji.”
“Goodnight.”
He watched her open the door and forced himself to move after she looked over her shoulder to give him a final wave goodbye.
He was an idiot.
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It’d been a fairly busy shift as Usopp was on holiday. It was busy in short bursts that left him rushing around and then so quiet he felt like he was twiddling his thumbs, just looking for things to do.
Right now it was quiet. He’d cleaned the coffee machine a few times now, the few customers he did have in the shop were all served and sitting at tables enjoying their drinks, so he’d turned to his coursework for the week. It was due tomorrow and he needed to put finishing touches on it.
The jingle of the bell caught his attention and he perked instantly when he saw Robin walking through and eagerly stood at the counter trying to subtly peer around her for a glimpse of Nami. He tried to smother down his disappointed as the door closed behind Robin.
“Good afternoon, Sanji,” Robin greeted him pleasantly, but her eyes were sharp. “No Nami I’m afraid, just me.”
He couldn’t stop the guilty look spreading across his face; she’d seen straight through him. Worried about offending her he argued, “No! It’s lovely to see you too!”
Wasn’t it a sacred rule not to upset the best friend? He was such a tool.
She gave him an appeasing smile but she didn’t look like she believed a word he’d just said. “She’s got back-to-back lectures and then her study group.”
“Yikes,” he grimaced.
“Mm, I imagine she’ll be quite tired when she’s finished for the day.”
Poor Nami. Maybe he could give her something.
“Black coffee?” He asked, but there was no point. In all his time of serving her, she always had the same thing. Black coffee, no frills.
She hummed in agreement, “To stay, please,” and he moved on autopilot to make it.
“How’s your day going?”
“Good, I almost finished my assignment but I just need to make some finishing touches and thought this would be the place to do it.”
“What’s the paper on?”
She perked up at his question. “It’s about the Akkadian language and it’s development through the ages before its subsequent death…”
He nodded, listening as he poured the coffee into a mug.
He liked talking to Robin. She’d come in a few times with Nami and she’d been introduced as Nami’s roommate. She was a calm woman, pleasant and incredibly sharp. So much so, it made him feel like she constantly saw through him. He didn’t doubt that she knew about his interest in Nami but she’d never said anything outright and from what he could gather, she never said anything to Nami, which he appreciated.
Outside of that, he liked listening to her talk about her interests. She was in her third year of Archaeology and he had no doubt that she’d go far. She absorbed everything and was well into learning her second dead language. It made her fascinating to listen to.
They chatted for a bit longer before she went to find a table with her coffee in hand and he was entering into his busy period as he worked quickly to take orders, work the till and make the coffee’s.
But as he worked, he felt paranoid as he could feel eyes on him. Yet when he looked up in-between making drinks, he couldn’t find anything out of place. No awkward eye contact or heads quickly moving to avoid detection. It was always when his head was down or his back was to the room that he felt them heavy on his neck.
Maybe he was just tired.
A gaggle of women came in then, distracting him from his thoughts, they were rather loud and giggled between themselves. Although he tried not to be big-headed or presumptuous, he was sure one of them was flirting with him. Whether it was genuine or not he didn’t know and in the past, he might have indulged their flirting but now, all he could think about was how they weren’t Nami. How they didn’t have her sharp wit, her soft features or the way she made his heart pulse through his chest.
So instead, he was flattered but kept it polite as he served them. Maybe it was rude to charge them, they looked disappointed but he’d feel weird if he didn’t. Almost like he’d betrayed Nami.
The thought was disregarded as soon as they left and he moved onto the next customer, absently wondering what Nami was doing right now. He wondered if she thought about him.
“I’m off now Sanji, I’ll see you next time!” She said, placing her empty cup down as the last customer left.
“Oh, you’re leaving? Would you mind taking this for Nami?” He asked, picking up a paper bag that he’d prepared to hand to her.
“A muffin?”
“Maybe it’ll cheer her up? It sounds like she’s having a tough day. There’s one in there for you too.”
“Thank you, I’m sure she’ll appreciate it, I’ll let her know you’re thinking of her.”
Robin definitely knew but at least it seemed like she was in his corner.
It was a little while later that Sanji realised that feeling he’d had for most of his shift was gone. It didn’t feel like he was being watched anymore and he couldn’t feel eyes on him. He looked towards the door as the most notable thing that changed was Robin leaving. Would she…? He shook his head; he was being silly.
It wouldn’t be until later, much later, that Sanji realised he had passed the test with flying colours.
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Christmas break was just around the corner, his practicals were done for the year now and he knew Nami’s exams were over too. After knowing her for so long now, he wanted to ask for her number but he hadn’t built up the nerve yet. He was sure they were friends now so he wasn’t worried about her saying no, but he wanted to ask her on a date and get her number because of that. That was what he was worried about.
He wasn’t sure how she felt about him. Sometimes he thought it was reciprocated, with the way she looked at him; smile wide and eyes warm. Especially after the other night, after finding her in the rain and walking her home, the scene played in a loop in his head as he picked it apart obsessively.
He’d been distracted for most of his shift and Usopp had already huffed at him multiple times. Sanji had told him about the other night and asked for his opinion on whether he thought Nami might like him but he’d been very plain in his response, “Just ask her out already.”
The moment Nami had walked through the door, chipper as she waved at Sanji, Usopp rolled his eyes muttering about him being lovesick. Before she made it to the counter, he muttered to Sanji, “You’ll be of no use now, I’ll cover you.”
Although rude, Sanji appreciated it and he’d make sure to bring him in something the next time they worked together.
Him and Nami fell into their usual routine as he made her coffee and stood off to the side after he’d passed it to her. He didn’t bother telling her it was on the house anymore.
“Christmas break is coming up; do you have any plans?”
“My last class is in a few days and then I’m going home until classes start again in January to be with my family,” she explained. She’d come in earlier in the week gushing about how she’d passed her final exam and he grinned at the weight that’d lifted off her shoulders. “What about you?”
“I’ll be working through the break here and probably helping Zeff at the restaurant when he’s not being stubborn.”
He’d miss her coming into the café whilst she was gone but this was his chance, he should ask her now. If she said yes, the two-week gap would kill him but if she said no, hopefully any awkwardness would be gone after two weeks and they could pretend nothing had happened afterwards. Because as disappointed as he would be, he’d still want to be her friend.
He could do it; he could do it. He was trying to mentally prep himself. Maybe we can keep in touch whilst you’re aware? It was smooth and he could recover if she said no.
It was a great plan but unfortunately, what came out instead was-
“So, whilst you’re here, I was just wondering-” He couldn’t do it, he faltered when he caught her expectant face looking back at him waiting for him to continue- “if you have any plans for whilst you’re home?” His shoulders sagged in defeat.
Usopp snorted from behind him, which was even worse because he’d heard too. He was never going to hear that end of that.
He wanted to hang his head, what a loser. It was so easy in his head but when actually looking at her, he was tongue tied.
“Are you ever going to ask me out?” Her tone was caught between impatient and amused.
His throat went dry and all he could do was gape as he was caught of guard. It was the last thing he’d expected to come out of her mouth. She’d said it so matter of fact and calmly. Even now she was looking at him like she’d asked him about the weather
“Uh- Sanji, sorry to interrupt, but we need cups.”
He turned to glare at Usopp, if he thought this was a funny thing to do- except the shop was now looking considerably busier and there were only two cups left. Shit. Of course this would happen, of course it would!
He turned to face Nami and he could feel his mouth moving yet no words were actually coming out.
She frowned, confidence wavering for a second. “Or have I got the wrong idea here?”
“Yes!”
Idiot, he’d just answered the wrong question. Her face was unreadable now and he had to move quickly because he was about to mess up the best thing that’d ever happened to him.
“No!”
Great, now she looked confused and he couldn’t say anything more than one syllable words.
“Sanji!” Usopp called, exasperated and down to one cup left.
He finally managed to get his mouth to work as he replied to Usopp, “I’m going, two seconds.”
He then turned to Nami who was looking at him cautiously and the words fell out, “No, you haven’t got the wrong idea and yes, I’ve wanted to ask you out since the first time I met you,” any plans for a romantic confession were out the window, he was apparently doing it here, “but I didn’t want to do it like this-”
“For the love of, Sanji!”
“Just, wait here- don’t move, I’ll be right back!”
Shitty cups and shitty timing, he cursed to himself as he kicked the door open to the storage cupboard. Arms loaded with paper cups, there would be no reason to distract him now, he made his way to the front to dump the cups but he couldn’t stop himself for scouring the shop for orange hair.
Hair that wasn’t anywhere in sight.
He tried to swallow down his disappointment, he thought that conversation was going somewhere else. Maybe she just didn’t want him getting his hopes up.
Just as he was about to put the fresh cups down, he saw a cup where Nami had been standing only minutes ago and his heart was threatening to beat out of his chest when he saw writing on it.
Coffee?
07700 900 4960
X
There was a pink kiss mark below her writing.
He swooned.
“Sanji, the cups!”
Usopp did not.
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