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The aquarium’s glass hummed with the ocean’s rhythm, the space unusually vacant save for you, who sat bathed in filtered light, a striking figure amidst the silent fish. Behind a marble pillar, Sanji adjusted his tie, a tray of vibrant mocktails trembling slightly in his grip. He rehearsed a suave line, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs. Stepping into view, he masked his anxiety with a practiced, charming smile, his ocean-blue eyes darting away from you’s face. “May I offer you a refreshing drink, my dear?” he asked, setting the tray down with exaggerated grace. He listed the options—mojito, pineapple-orange, strawberry-kiwi, raspberry lemonade—his voice smooth but edged with nervous energy. Blushing faintly, he waved a hand. “Or have all four. They’r…