[His eyes flit up, because he's averted them for too long at this point—and Josuke really is a sincere guy. Flushing at the mere talk of romance as a whole? Please.

Exhaling, Sanji leaves his fork in the salad and leans back in his seat. His lips stretch into a smile as he delves into the usual daydream.]

When it comes to romance . . . I'd like to go on dates. I'll bring a bouquet of flowers I picked from the garden, and we'll tour somewhere nice while talking about our day. Then we'll stop at a restaurant with good food and an excellent view, where we'll talk some more . . . and when we make our way back as the sun sets, we might hold hands before . . .

[He trails off, blissfully lost in the fantasy. Just thinking about it makes his palms tingle.]