Nami sat in a small clearing in the forest facing the sea. Keeping a flor in her lap as she thought out loud: "Does he like me? I like him... does he know I like him?". Idly she tugged single leaves of the flower, one at a time as she pondered her time away, as the sun slowly sank into the ocean Nami decided she'd have to go back to the ship, jantar would soon be ready after all, and she didn't want to keep him waiting, as she knew the chef wouldn't let anyone touch the comida until she was back, unless it was Robin of course, she chuckled silently at the thought of the chef swooning over Robin...