"So...it sounds like he was a mole, right? Is it really bad what he was doing if he was planning to have Doflamingo put away for it?" Bonney questions, the girl laying on the couch with her legs hung over the armrest, her phone in her hands but she has halted her typing to speak to you.

When you had gotten back last night, she was already asleep due to an interview with Sengoku this morning so you've only really gotten the chance to speak to her now before she leaves.

You couldn't really sleep last night, Rosinante sent you a single text message saying thank you for the gifts you got him and that if you wish to speak to him again, he'll tell you everything you want to know but admittedly, you're not too sure yet.

"I get what he was trying to do but roping kids into it? That's too messed up for me."

"Hmm~?" A grin spreading across the girl's lips as she raises a brow at you. "Are you soft on kids, [F/n]~?"

You can only pout in response to her question, drawing another giggle from her lips as she resumes typing on her phone, the action managing to pique your curiosity. 

"Who are you talking to? And please don't say Shanks."

"Nah, not Shanks." The pinkette calmly murmurs before turning the phone to you, allowing you to read the rapidly shifting messages on screen. "I'm in a group chat with Ace, Sabo and some chick they're friends with."

The four seemingly talking all about Bonney and her fling the other night; Sabo appears to be most concerned about whether or not she wore protection, the other girl in chat is asking questions about the encounter and then finally there's Ace who just seems to be somewhat irritated or busy, simply leaving one-worded replies every so often.

Jealousy, perhaps?

"You guys are so open with each other." You calmly murmur as she takes the phone away, hastily typing a message back to them with a wide grin on her face, a calm hum rumbling in her throat before she finally hits send and turns her attention back toward you. 

"We're open about you too, Ace took a picture of you and Rosinante on the rollercoaster the other day~!" Her remark drawing a distinct frown to your features and a pout to your lips, the girl mirroring your expression as she continues. "You two looked so cute together, that's why this whole ordeal sucks so much! I think you should call him!"

No.

The pinkette passing the phone to you before she makes her way into her bedroom, already beginning to peel off her pyjama shirt as she calls out to you through the wall. "Let me know if they say anything good!"

A sigh escaping your lips as you stare at the phone, not really paying attention to the conversation though, you're more focused on what to do next - you wouldn't usually give a second chance to liars but you want to believe this man, you want him to be everything you thought he was.

Your roommate wearing black slacks as she enters the room once again, slipping into a blouse and beginning to fasten the buttons as she pouts up at you with her brows furrowed. "I hate wearing this stuff!"

Of course her words just go through one ear and out the other, still staring off into space as you try to think; sure Rosinante will never hurt you but he is handsome and polite, he could manipulate you easily if he wanted. 

Should I really give him the chance to do that to me?

"Oi." Bonney blurts once again, finally catching your attention as you raise a curious brow at her, a simple 'huh?' leaving your lips and causing the girl to simply roll her eyes in response. "Call him, for crying out loud! Otherwise I'll call him for you, I don't like seeing you mope around like this!"

Perhaps you are moping a little...

A somewhat forced smile gracing your lips as you lazily shrug your shoulders in begrudging acceptance. "Fine, I will think about it...in the meantime, you should put your hair up in a ponytail so you look more practical, you're being interviewed to feed zoo animals, not work an office job after all." 

The pinkette actually gasping in realization at your words, immediately grabbing her hair and beginning to sweep it up, rushing into her room and grabbing a hairband but soon returning whilst she ties her locks in place.

"Good idea! See, between you and lover boy helping me out, I'll be hired in no time~!"A small blush burning your cheeks at the name she gave him as you avert your gaze back toward the phone, reading the group text in attempts to distract yourself from thoughts of the blonde, although the conversation they're having admittedly doesn't interest you enough to give you that serotonin you need so badly. 

They're just talking about food. 

"Okay!" The pinkette finally beams, extending her arms out either side to give you a clearer view of her appearance. "How do I look?!" 

"...Wonderful..." 

Your mildly depressing response doesn't bring Bonney down at all though, the girl merely shrugging confidently with a grin. "I know, I always look wonderful." She softly jests before grabbing her phone and glancing at the screen, her purple eyes noticeably lighting up at the conversation, likely because it's currently about pizza toppings and everybody knows Bonney loves pizza. "Okay~! I'll be back in a couple of hours~!"

"Good luck." You watch the cheerful girl essentially dance toward the front door, grabbing her handbag with one hand while the other texts the group back, her smile as upbeat as ever as she peeks at you over her shoulder. 

"I don't need luck, boo~! I'm good~!"

I need this level of confidence in my life.

The apartment falling into complete silence as she leaves, a small pout etching itself into your features as you glance at the time. "Only 11am...." You have work today but it's sadly not until 6pm so it would seem you've got no choice but to skulk around the flat until time passes you by.

Or you could do as Bonney said and contact Rosinante. 

You can't deny that the mere thought makes your stomach flutter, a warmth spreading across your cheeks as you pore over what to say to the blonde, you left quite abruptly last night and although he said he'll be happy to explain everything to you, you can't help but worry.

What if he has changed his mind? 

Why would he want somebody who can't accept his past?