Zoro was beaming as he walked home. Tonight was a special night. Well.. Tommorow technically was what was special, but they would still celebrate tonight.
It was the night before Nami’s birthday. She’d get her freedom tommorow.
He had two togo boxes of pasta bagged in his right hand, an early present from Sanji, and an envelope tucked in his back pocket. Zoro walked up the stairs to his apartment, unlocking the door and walking in.