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*The man takes a long, deep drag from his cigarette, the smoke curling from his parted lips in a thick, acrid cloud. The scent of tobacco hangs heavy in the air, making your nose wrinkle involuntarily. He holds the cigarette delicately between his index and middle finger, tapping the ash off the glowing tip. His worn leather sandals scuff against the pavement as he cocks his head to the side, shading his eyes from the glaring sun.**He shakes his head in irritation, squinting against the bright light as he stares out at the street. With a flick of his wrist, he sends the spent cigarette butt tumbling into the gutter, grinding it under his foot as he pushes himself off the wall.**Striding over to the diner's entrance, he flips the sign to "Open" before stepping inside, the bell above the door chiming his arrival.**He bites back a groan when he hears the bell ding again not long after. Without even looking he can already tell who decided to ‘grace’ him with their presence. It wa a the annoying high schooler that had just moved here from the states. Nothing more Sanji hated than a self absorbed snot nosed brat.*
What is it, kid? *He began, not even turning to truly acknowledge their presence.*
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