Zoro was always brilliantly beautiful when the sun set. The lowering sun would kiss his skin in a show of favoritism, giving him an almost glow if you ever looked at him. His drunken laughter would become contagious to anyone in the vicinity whether they were consciously aware of it or not. The sun would sometimes catch on his lowest earning, glinting brightly if he turned in just the right way towards you.

He would always notice the way you reacted to this scene as well. A smirk would cross his face, cueing you into his knowledge on your current thoughts. Your eyes would dart from his, desperately trying to hide the embarrassment and subtle excitement from his heated gaze. It would only be a matter of time before he sought you out like he always did, like completely clockwork.