Disclaimer: I want to own these characters but I can't. They're Oda's. T3T

a/n: In Nami's POV again. A bit of meditation on her time shared with Zoro.

Sometimes on a summer night, why the sky is velvet black, we sit, shoulders rubbing together, a whiskey between us.

When he drinks, I drink.

When he is quiet, so am I.

We say nothing. We don't need to. A glance says it all and more.

The bottle is passed between us, from his lips to mine.

Is it the drink that warms me on these nights? Or something else?

For a while, I feel whole.

This, for me is enough.

It is these small pleasures which I love the most.

These precious moments are enough.