My Cherie Amour

Sanji was buzzing with excitement, more than anything he was finally going to perfect his soufflé recipe and stick it to that old geezer for ever doubting him. Not that Zeff ever said he couldn’t do it, but he offered to help and that was somehow worse. His pride actively preventing him from accepting some much needed advice. Plus baking classes are fun, you get to learn with others and also feel good about your mistakes because no one is judging. There is no grade, no timer, just pure community and good vibes while Sanji gets to be in his natural element kicking soufflé’s ass. Zoro was the perfect addition to this equation, he loves math and measurements, baking would come easy to him.Upon approaching the venue, Sanji began to pale. Surely this couldn’t be the class that Zoro had registered them for? On a big banner it wrote, “Early Valentine’s Lovers Soufflé Workshop! All Lovers Welcome!”. He saw Zoro freeze as they both realized what they had signed up for, the heat rising to both of their faces. “No fucking way” Sanji started, “can you not read! How did this happen?”