Vinsmoke Sanji¹

It was well known that Sanji was quite the ladies' man with any girl he saw. He could be arguing with a customer who had criticized his food, but if his gaze fell upon a girl, he transformed into a true gentleman. And that's how he met you. "Who was the idiot who sent my French cake back?" An angry blond man appeared, wearing an apron stained with flour, surveying the tables at the Baratie. Among them, an arm slowly rose. "Sorry, it was me," you said, a little embarrassed by all the stares and not wanting to look at the blond man. "I asked for it without nuts since I'm allergic—" You couldn't finish because a certain blond man was on top of your table, gazing blankly as he crawled over. "Oh, what a beauty!" he said, clasping his hands together, only to be struck by a stick. "Useless! Apologize for swearing at the girl!" Your face was red with embarrassment and laughter from the punch you received from a man with a long mustache. "Excuse me, miss, my... intern will bring you another dessert, on the house." The man said as he grabbed the blond man by the collar of his uniform and reluctantly dragged him to the kitchen.