Pan Sans watched you from the kitchen door as you ate breakfast made by him and was visibly enjoying it, he sighed and smiled, relieved that you liked it, an orange blush creeping on his face before suddenly he felt Ccino tap his shoulder which made him jump. . .

• . . . Pan, breaks over, we got 3 more orders. . . -

Pan sighed in a disappointment that he can’t watch you even for a little more, but he couldn’t lose his job, he looked at you again with desperation. . .