MELANCHOLY ; one piece

1. - Are we really lovers?

I groaned as I sat up, glaring at tall male across the room.

"I don't think you have the right to look at me like that after your little outburst," He states, leaning against a wall as he seems to admire his hook hand.

"Maybe if you were better at the fiancé role, this would not be an issue," I retorted, now standing.

"Don't you blame me for your issues."

"Then stop causing me issues!"

"How about I—"

"Perhaps—!"

The scarred male paused in his sentence as we both turned towards the door, looking towards the woman adorned in white.

"Perhaps Mrs. [Y/N] would like some alone time, and relieve her stress? I think it would do you both some good," she suggests, turning towards me.

"I believe you're right, Miss All Sunday, I do need to divorce this man," I rolled my eyes as the woman sighs, and my fiancé simply huffs.

"Mr. 0, perhaps you should focus on a plan to give Baroque Works whilst your fiancé goes off into the city?" Robin pulls me away as Crocodile nods, shooing us off.

As we walked silently in the hallway, Robin had spoken up as we strayed farther and farther away from the room we were just in.

"So," She began, chuckling slightly. "What happened this time?"

"He's a big piss baby, that's what! He can't share, he can't help me with my problems, he needs to a man!" I groaned as Robin laughed once more.

She had walked with me to the entrance of the building, with occasional small talk along the way. According to her, we need to talk things out like actual people. Only problem is I tried already, I just have a toxic husband.

I walked out of the building and into the city, throwing out my "Hey"'s and "Hello"'s to those who looked at me, before entering a restaurant.

I immediately noticed a few eyes dart towards me as they began murmuring. It was annoying, but you get used to it.

I sat next to a random male, letting out a sigh as I leaned my cheek on my hand. I was so tired that I didn't even mind the fact that the male was shirtless, or that he was staring at me.

The chef darted in, quickly catching his breath as he looks at me with a large smile. "I apologize for the wait, Misses Crocodile. We are—"

I groaned again, cutting the male off. I really want to forget we're engaged while I'm here.

"I told all of you to not call me that. Just [Y/N] is fine.. please."

"I-I apologize, Misses [Y/N]!! What would you like to eat?" The male questions, ready to dash off to make my food. He looked like he was going to sweat his face off. That was damn funny to look at though.

"Just give me the usual, and..." I began. "I'll take a side of 'stop talking about me like I'm not right here' please!"

Various apologies were shouted across the room, making me turn back to the chef already darted off, soon returning with my meal. I quickly gave him the needed amount of berries, and he gratefully accepted them.

The male sitting next to me let's out a small chuckle, making me look over at him.

"You know, your kind of funny. First, you have shut everyone up like you're some kind of asshole, but then you act as if you're the nicest one in the room," the shirtless male continues to laugh, making me let out a small chuckle.