"you look hungry," says a man perhaps around her age with big blue eyes and a warm smile. perhaps it is presumptuous of him to say so, but he is dressed as a chef. the windy day makes his blond hair keep blowing in front of one eye. "the old man's out in the vineyard today, so.... if you are hungry, miss, i could sneak you some food. on the house."
okay, who is sanji kidding? he'd seen the pretty red hair from across the way, and he couldn't resist. usually food was a great icebreaker, and as the sous-chef of the elfsong tavern, well, it came with its perks of having good quality food even in the lower city. either way, he knows she's out of his league (they all usually are, as patty or carne would say). still, he looks at her hopefully. "i'm sure i could even offer a good vintage, milady." / @seafind
