Just seeing her still looking so effortlessly good and youthful, pricked at Sanji's tired brain.
He couldn't quite understand how a supposed law enforcement officer be constantly dressing up like some kind of street punk, and looking all flashy like that, buying bikes and whatnot almost like she wanted everyone back at the precinct to dig their nose into her personal life.
Her financial for starter.
An Enforcer salary will literally cry blood, in the hands of half of the things he has seen her bring by to work.
But....
That, of course, was just the shallow reason he voiced out in his own mind, just to rationalize the ugly feeling he have towards her.
But deep, deep down, he knew the real truth.
He wanted what she was getting. He wanted her stake, her freedom, her money.
He tucked his cold hands deep inside the pockets of his khaki trousers, primarily just to keep them warm as he shrugged his shoulders against the sudden, sharp assault of a chilling breeze passing by.
