Sanji's heart thumps wildly while his hands sit rigidly in Anna's. His flush deepens from a dusty pink to something slightly redder, tingling his face. She loved it—this song that's so him.]
You think so? Then maybe I should dedicate it to Asa . . .
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Sanji's heart thumps wildly while his hands sit rigidly in Anna's. His flush deepens from a dusty pink to something slightly redder, tingling his face. She loved it—this song that's so him.]
You think so? Then maybe I should dedicate it to Asa . . .