Today, or more precisely, tonight, Grillby had a special customer; Gaster. He never really could take his eyes off of Gaster, he felt weirdly attracted to him; Grillby admired him. He never really talked or interacted with Gaster, so he obviously didn't knew about Grillby's feelings.

Grillby stood behind the counter, a beer bottle in his right hand which he was uncorking with his left fingers. His head was turned towards Gaster, who was sitting at the counter a few seats away from Grillby.