you stand outside of the restaurant you agreed to go on a date with sans to, you take a few deep breaths reminding yourself that you were only doing this for your neighbors so they wouldn’t suffer the high rent, you go inside and talk to the waiter who takes you to the VIP area, which was cleared out by sans so it was only you two for the date, you could hear the faint tapping of sans’ phalanges tapping against the table, and the smell of cigar smoke from outside the VIP area, you step inside