Sanji lent against the wall, eyes closed, cigarette hanging loosely from his lips, hands tucked inside his trouser pockets. He had been standing in the smoking area outside the airport for a few minutes now, catching the last blissful moments before he went through the ordeal of checking in for his flight. Then, he had to waste two hours in the duty-free before boarding his four and a half hour flight to Toronto. All whilst not having a chance to smoke.
Thankfully, he only had hand luggage, so he wouldn’t be waiting around too long before he could enter hustling Toronto and get a chance to destress again. After that he could tour the city for a little while, as well as scope out the place he was meant to be taking a cooking competition in that was in a few days time. He was looking forward to it. He wasn’t doing it for the esteemed recognition from the judges though. He was far too good for that. He just wanted Zeff, his adoptive father, to realize he could handle the heat all by himself. So Sanji had entered himself into a bunch of cooking competitions, planning to win them as well as winning the old man over in the process. Zeff had agreed he would consider letting Sanji fly the nest and start his own restaurant if he came back with first place. An easily achievable goal, but a goal nonetheless.
Sanji steadied the cigarette with his hands, taking a long drag. He took another, for luck, and regretfully, stubbed the cigarette against the wall, ashes falling to the ground. He straightened his suit jacket, ruffled his long, blonde curls, contemplating whether or not he should have gotten it cut beforehand, and grabbed his luggage. He made sure he looked absolutely impeccable in case he bumped into any beautiful (and single) ladies on his journey. If he was being honest, it had been awhile since he had gotten any. Heck, he would even take a man. That’s how long it had been.
Wait, would I actua-
“Excuse me, sir.”
Sanji had stopped right before the airport doors during his last thought, blocking the way. He apologized to the elderly gentleman that was struggling to get past and moved gracefully aside, smiling as he did so. He took a quick glance at his watch, noting how long it had been since he had left the smoking area. Three minutes.
Sanji closed his eyes once more and took a big sigh. Six and a half hours. He could do this. Once he had opened his eyes again, he was already moving through the sliding doors.
“Thank you, sir, please turn right and find your seat down the back of the plane and place your hand luggage in the hold above your seat,” the air hostess said as she handed Sanji back his ticket.
“Of course, mademoiselle.” Sanji replied winking, with his most dazzling smile. The air hostess looked down at the floor, as a sweet, red blush blossomed on her cheeks. Sanji took this as a sign that his charm definitely still works and decided he wanted to sweet talk a lady later; whether he would meet her on this flight or when he touched down in Toronto, he wasn’t particularly fussed.
Sanji moved down the aisle, squeezing past passengers putting their luggage in the overhead cabin. It wasn’t the longest flight in the world, so he didn’t mind being at the back of the plane. He finally found his seat, 26C, and smiled at the two gentlemen already in their seats, preparing himself for takeoff.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you for choosing to fly with us today,” a smooth voice filled the plane’s speakers, whilst an animation started on the tv inside the seat in front, “If you haven’t already done so, please stow your carry-on luggage underneath the seat in front of you or in an overhead compartment. Make sure your tray is folded away, and your seat is in an upright position.”
Sanji blocked out the rest of the announcement as the voice over the speakers continued. He had taken plenty of flights before and knew the safety procedures like the back of his hand. Instead, he rolled his shoulders and stretched his legs in the small space provided, making sure he wasn’t going to cramp up in his seat.
“And finally, please don’t hesitate to use our new communication system, that allows you to communicate with the passengers around you. You shall find it on the homepage of your in-flight entertainment system, as well as all the instructions informing you on how to use it. Enjoy your flight.”
Sanji perked up at the last announcement. He quickly tapped on the screen in front of him, opening the homepage and saw an icon labeled Talk. He tapped on it, pulling the tv closer to his seat. A few options came onto his screen; Seat to Seat, Chat Room, and Help. A small smirk grew on Sanji’s face. This was perfect. Sanji took a moment to consider his options. He could get out of his seat when the seat belt sign came off, walking to the plane’s toilet whilst perusing the women on the plane, taking note of the seats they were in. He shook his head. It was an extremely shallow approach. He’s also pretty sure that he would struggle to choose amongst a fine selection; not that the women were to be selected of course. They are people, not a bottle of fine wine. But they should be given just as much care as Château Margaux does during the making process. Sanji decided to open the chat room option, so every lady would see what they were missing out on. He started typing and hoped for the best.
26C: If I hired 1,000 artists and made them work for 100 years, they still wouldn't be able to paint a picture that is as beautiful as you.
Sanji was pretty impressed with his message; it was cheesy, but a classic pickup line never failed to catch someone’s interest. He leaned back in his chair and waited, as the plane started to ascend.
20 minutes later and no response. Sanji frowned. Should he send another one? Perhaps all the beautiful single ladies on this plane failed to realize that this message was intended for them. With that in mind, Sanji was suddenly glad that Nico Robin, the beautiful fiancée of one of his closest friends, had recently asked him to accompany her to Barnes & Noble to look for a birthday gift for their friend Vivi. While at the bookstore, he had stumbled upon The Idiot's Guide to Flirting and gave it a quick once-over. It contained 100 pick-up lines that were sure to work with any lady, according to the author. They were applicable to men also but that didn’t matter to Sanji. He flicked through it, taking pictures of any chat up lines he liked for a later use. He wasn’t desperate or anything. He didn’t need to buy the book, he just appreciated a helping hand from time to time.
He could still woo a lady.
Sanji got his phone out of his suit jacket pocket, going straight to the Photos app, searching for the pictures he had taken that day. Once he found what he was looking for, he started to type on the screen once more.
26C: If God made anything more beautiful than you, I'm sure he'd keep it for himself.
And another. Three’s a charm as they say.
26C: I'm not a photographer, but I can picture me and you together.
That should do the trick. Sanji put his earphones into the tv, browsing through the music selection on there. He finally settled with Sam Smith's The Thrill of It All and played it on shuffle, trying his best to wait patiently.
40 minutes past and still no response from anyone. Sanji couldn't help but think that was very odd. The lights had dimmed down earlier for any passengers that wanted to get some sleep, so it was possible that’s what the recipients were doing.
All of them.
At the same time.
Still, Sanji never gave up hope when it came to ladies and decided to rest his eyes for a bit as well.
Hopefully, I'll wake to a message from a beautiful lady.
Sanji carefully pushed his screen back in place and turned it off for the time being.
What must have been half an hour later or so, a bright light pierced through Sanji’s eyelids, forcing them to open up. He rubbed his eyes groggily and saw his screen had turned itself on. Confused, he pulled the screen closer to him to see what had caused it. There was a notification. He had received a message.