had double-stitched Zorro's shirt. When he tried it on, she was very satisfied because it fit like a glove. She had wanted to give it to him as a present because he had made sure his friends had come to her store and given her the most successful business day since it opened. But the swordsman had refused and paid for the shirt. Now she was sitting here in her little study, where she usually did her ironing work, finishing the final draft. Nami's mission had been clear. She was supposed to design two different outfits for each member of the team. One for everyday life, for leisure and for fighting. And one for special occasions. And so she designed two different casual outfits and two outfits for special occasions for each of them. For the two women, she even designed five different outfits for everyday life and three different outfits for going out.Now she hoped that each of the eight would like at least one of the designs. Shortly after the bell of the church tower had rung in the lunchtime, the young seamstress finally put the pen down. She packed all the designs in a bag, put a thick pad and various pens on them, checked the various fabric samples again, then stuffed them into the bag too, and then began to prepare for the evening. After indulging in a hot, relaxing bath, she searched her closet for a suitable dress for the evening. She opted for a dark green, half-length pinafore dress made of China Jaquard, embroidered with individual small Swarovski stones on the lower edge. She also wore black strappy heels. She had tied her auburn hair in a loose peasant braid. She examined her reflection critically.It's a business meeting ONLY. Nothing private. So don't mess yourself up.You look great. You see ... don't you?

She had arrived at the inn half an hour before the appointment. She tripped nervously from one leg to the other. Should i go in already? Embarrassing. I am way too early. Lillia looked around a little, but since no one was around, she decided to wait a while in front of the inn. Suddenly the door opened. "Ah, there you are. Come on in." Luffy grinned at her and pulled her into the warm dining room without waiting for a reaction. The next few hours passed like a dream for the young woman. During the meal together, the eight of them had always felt like jokes. She hadn't laughed that much in her entire life, Lillia was sure of that. While Chopper was hopping around with chopsticks in his nose, Luffy kept stealing meat from Usopp and had to put a big load of pepper on one of the clubs. Sanji and Zorro argued incessantly and took their food away from each other, while Nami kept giving annoyed nuts and venting their anger loudly.Frankie put a hot shoe on the floor with Nico Robin and put the finishing touches on the whole thing with a vocal interlude. Each of the eight did something, but no one really ate. With the exception of Luffy, who, after recovering from the pepper load, emptied the others' plates. "Now you say something about it?" Lillia looked confused at Sanji, who had just spoken to her. She had been in thought. Zorro was wearing the new shirt. Your shirt. She was so happy about it. Nothing else mattered for a moment. “It's much better to have your clothes made by one and the same person than to buy only one piece from a lot of different people. "If I buy something that I like, it doesn't mean that I like everything I bought from the person who designed this part." She shyly lowered her gaze and hoped that the Smutje or Zorro, depending on who took this point of view, wasn't angry with her.A loud laugh made her look up again. "I told you, ole wooden spoon." The swordsman patted his buddy on the shoulder, still laughing. “Who knows, maybe you don't like the designs either, then I can't ask you to take them just because you bought them from me.” Sanji and Zorro listened up and the others became calm too. “That's right, you brought drafts with you.” Nami sat down at the table again and gestured for the others to sit down as well.

It had been a long evening. They had looked at all of the designs a dozen times. Put away again. Looked at again. In the end, all men except Sanji had decided on both everyday outfits. In addition to the designs for everyday clothing, Sanji had also chosen a suit. And the women? Had decided to take EVERYTHING. "It is just too difficult to choose something when everyone looks good!", Nami had said in her defense and Robin had nodded in agreement. Now Lillia was alone again. She sat at her desk and wrote down all the measurements of the eight friends again. Neatly in her notebook. She smiled. Finally. Finally she had her first big order. A huge order. And they even paid in advance. "You get two thirds of the total amount before we cast off. The rest when we pick up the things. "The eight straw hat pirates had agreed with each other, and they all thought it was right. This was the only way to save Lillia's tailoring, and yet they were on the safe side. She made notes for the next few days. Now she could finally get in again See the future. Further than evening. Further into her life. She had to go shopping. Fabrics, buttons, thread. The young woman noticed how warm she was. How the feelings of happiness made their way up. Out of the darkness .She giggled. It was a strange feeling. She was alone in her small, barren study. And she giggled. Why did they do it? Why did complete strangers help her? She thought about it. And kept coming back to a sentence Zorro had said when she was talking about her business. And how hard she'd worked to get there. "Anyone who gives everything for their dream will be rewarded at some point."

"Shit, the Navy!" - "Come on guys, go! We have to get out of here!" - "And what about Lillia? She's definitely waiting." - "Hm, you're right, Luffy." - "I'm going. Give me the money. I'll bring it to her. "-" Okay. But woe to you lose the money. "-" And don't get lost, Kraftproll! "-" Shut up, wimp! "-" We'll meet at the port. In half an hour? "-" No problem. "

Damn. Everything dark. “Lillia?” Zorro felt his way through the sales room to the study. When his eyes got used to the darkness, he searched for the silhouette of the dark-haired woman.Her bed was empty. Not even touched. Suddenly he saw her. She was sitting at her desk, her torso bent over the table, her hands clasped under her head. And slept. He walked closer, put his hand on her shoulder and was about to wake her up when he saw a sheet of paper that peeked out from under her hands. He pulled it out carefully, narrowed his eyes to see something, and saw ... a completed design. Colored, supplemented with the fabric samples and carefully provided with dimensions. He put the drawing back, took the blanket from Lillia's bed and put it over the young woman's shoulder. Then he put the bag with the money on her table, took a pen and a piece of paper, wrote a few lines quickly, and then quietly went out again. He was just opening the shop door when he heard the creaking of the floorboards in the study. “Zorro?” Lillia's low, still sleepy voice made him pause. He responded with a low growl of approval. "Thanks."She walked up to him. The darkness didn't seem to bother her. When she stood directly in front of him, he felt it again. This feeling. This warmth that flowed through his body. Their faces approached each other. She felt his breath and he theirs. "Hey, we thought you got lost! Come on now! "Before their lips could touch, he was pulled out of business. Sanji had grabbed him by the collar and was now dragging him towards the harbor." Damn it! Leave it! "The swordsman tore himself away. Lillia looked after the two of them. Saw them running down the alley. She sighed. Why? Why hadn't the ship's cook come a tiny moment later? She thought back to the moment when she was like that Her whole body tingled with excitement. With happiness. She smiled. When she sat down at her desk again, she saw the bag with the money. And underneath the note that Zorro had written.The candle she had just lit cracked and flickered, bathing the small room in a warm light. She took the slip of paper and read the note the swordsman had left for her. Shivering, she let the paper fall to the floor. Tears ran down her cheeks. Tears, full of longing. Tears full of happiness.

It is time to make your dream come true.
See you soon. I'm happy for you.

Zorro