Recipe of love (sanji x reader modern au)

4

You closed your notebook and kept it in your bag. Writing was tiring after all. 

You looked around to see many couples walking around. All were really lovey dovey with each each other which greatly pissed you off, but in the same time made you wish to experience that feeling.

"Are you waiting for someone?" 

You looked up to see who was it- it was Sanji.

God why is he here now?

"Yeah" you muttered.

"Can I sit next to you?"

"I don't see why not"

He took a seat next to you and placed a cigratte on his lips. 

"It's quite cold today. Isn't it?" he said, taking a puff.

"Yeah" 

"Mind if I smoke?"

"I don't mind. I am used to it by now."

"Mhm. How is he like?"

"Who?"

"Your boyfriend? You are waiting for him aren't you?"

"I DON'T FREAKING HAVE A BOYFRIEND!"

"I am sorry!"

You smacked your palm to your face. 

Why did I blurt that out? 

Gosh!

And why did you shout?

Do you care that much?

"No need to apologize Sanji kun. You just misjudged" 

"Still-"

"I am just waiting for my brother or dad to pick me up."

"Are you saying that you were sitting here the whole time? You could have told me. I would have dropped you off."

"But your shift?"

"I am sure that old geezer won't mind"

"Mhm. Are you single Sanji?"

Did I really ask that?

Again your palm met with your face.

"Are you asking me out? That's a first" he replied.

"Don't say that you haven't got asked out by anyone until now."

"In a matter of fact, I hadn't got anyone ask me out. It was always me who ask someone out."

"Sooo?"

"Yeah, why not"

"Mhm. Wait what? You are agreeing right away?" you asked, clearly shocked.

"Yeah. I mean I couldn't pass up a date with a beautiful lady like you."

Man this guy clearly know how to make a lady blush.

You suddenly saw Corazon waving at you from afar.

"Oh seems like my dad has arrived. Imma go now."

"Oh alright. See you tomorrow then. I'll pick you up at 7"

You waved at him and ran to Corazon's side. 

But only after reaching home you realised your mistake

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I FREAKING FORGOT TO ASK HIS NUMBER!