( for the time being, she doesn't reply to him further, simply staring off towards a mirror in the entryway of her suite. she isn't entirely sure if this was a good idea given their history and while they were able to reach a genuine turning point in whatever it was they were [friends? acquaintances?], there was also something embarrassing about being so vulnerable with someone like sanji. she wasn't sure how he would handle hearing about her concerns and while she hadn't told him about her terrible love life back home and how it ended, she told him about ren. the last time she saw him was through a door where he was doing cocaine again and she was helpless to help him.

despite her nerves, she took a big sip of whiskey she had in the room and brought two cocktails towards the kitchen table and made her way towards her door. she stood in front of it, waiting for the knock with an endless array of nerves eating at her but when the knock finally came, she opened it and all of her distress melted away. opening the door, sanji would be greeted by reira in a short pink dress and heels, her long pink curls pinned back into two ponytails. she looked at him with a confident expression and simply smiled, stepping back for him to enter. )

Come on in, I wasn't sure what you wanted to make so I picked up a steak, salmon, and some vegetables. Hope that's enough?