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Zoro does not get lost.
He doesn't understand why people keep telling him that he has no sense of direction. North, South, East, West. Up, down, right, left. Four directions to choose from. Eight if you're being obstinately picky. But still - it's so simple. Just pick a direction and go with your gut.
So no, he's not bad with directions. He doesn't get lost in places - he's not a kid. More often than not, if he looks lost, he's just... scoping for directions. That's right. As long as he reaches the right destination in the end, who cares how many detours he takes?
"Well, not if you were supposed to reach there at a certain time."
Zoro stops in the middle of his rant, a bashful look washing over his annoyed scowl.
"..... That was....... My bad...."
The previously skeptical look in your eyes morph into amusement.
"I was just teasing you!" You laughed for good measure and added lightheartedly, "It's fine, Zoro. I shouldn't have suggested we meet up at the town... We could've just started the date at the ship instead of the restaurant. Besides, that was a few days ago!"
The green haired swordsman scratches his cheek and leans back against the ship's railings.
"Anyway, yeah, I get what you're saying. I suppose since you completed your errand and returned to the ship before we actually departed, Nami didn't have to charge you extra... But you know how she is."
He sighs, "My tab keeps getting bigger."
You giggle, "You and me both."
Zoro isn't really mad at the navigator. You know that. He knows that. Both of you fully understand that even though Nami will sometimes threaten you with your ever-growing, kind-of-forced loans, she wouldn't actually extort you. Yes, she can get a little... obsessed, when it comes to money, but she treasures everyone in the crew just as much.
Truthfully, your boyfriend just wants to see you make those adorable expressions, and he doesn't have other topics of conversation to think of at the moment.
"Oh, that's right!" With a sparkle in your eyes and a fluid motion, you heave yourself up to the railing to sit upon it, your back facing the sea, as you prepare to animatedly describe the events that happened while he was out doing errands.
Zoro shifts the very second you change positions. He moves in front of you, one of his arms placing itself against the railing right beside your hip and the other circling behind you to plant onto your back firmly; a silent gesture of protectiveness that you've gotten used to by now.
He's silent as you ramble off about your day, the only inclinations that he's actually listening being the soft grunts or soft chuckles reserved for your ears only. You don't know it, but between your string of words, he's also exploring your eyes, watching the slight changes and the way they sparkle under the starry sky.
Times like these make him regret not having two functional eyes. He wonders if he would be able to see your eyes even clearer then; perhaps finding the hidden ways they change according to your emotions.
The way your eyes light up as you gush about your dreams and the things you care about. The tranquility in them as you hum while doing an activity you adore, as you sink into an invisible bubble where not even him can reach you, completely lost in your own little world. The fondness he sees in your eyes when you watch over the crew members doing their own thing across Sunny's deck, the ends of your lips tugging upwards when the more rambunctious bunch did something stupid again.
They're so expressive, so vivid and yet so complicated. Even if he has a detailed map drawn by the most skilled navigator to ever sail the Grand Line, he didn't think he would be able to traverse its maze.
But maybe he doesn't want to - maybe he secretly wants to explore it forever, without actually finding the way out.
Zoro does not get lost.
But maybe, just maybe, even though he'll never admit it outloud...
Maybe he wouldn't mind getting lost in your eyes.