[And there it is again, that uncomfortable silence that seem to settle between them every so often. Tension, and perhaps he shouldn't be surprised that it keeps happening because their whole friendship is pretty weird. New and unusual, Sanji's still struggling to find a good balance between treating her like a lady and treating her like one of the guys (never!) and every time he seems to hit a good spot... something happens. Like this. Like wardrobes and borrowed coats. Like dances on the beach.
But just like all those previous times he knows it'll pass. Every ocean has its storms and considering how rough the waters could be, there's not a doubt in his mind that they're going to be fine. Just need to weather the squall and wait for calmer seas.
And so he walks beside her in silence, carrying the box and thinking about everything that isn't five minutes ago. Eventually some of the tension leaks out of his shoulders even without the aid of nicotine, and should she steal a glance in his direction she'd find him calm. Relaxed, even. It's not a problem, he knows he can't have her and a forced kiss - no matter how wonderful - isn't going to change that.]