You and Sans lay side-by-side, stargazing up at the night sky. He had one arm folded behind his head, the other resting across his stomach. The stars sparkled like diamonds hung from a velvet curtain of darkness.

Sans soon broke the comfortable silence. "They sure are beautiful tonight, aren't they?" He muses. You turn to him with a smile, but he wasn't looking at the stars. He was looking at you. There was a tenderness in his gaze, it was a look he had never given anyone before.