Sitting alone at a table you ate. It was Valentine’s Day, and you were all alone. Eating the bento from a AU’s version of Grillby’s, you saw Sans walk up, grinning. “The 14th and you still don’t have a single date, huh?”

The skeleton chuckles, a mischievous grin plastered on his face. “Well that just won’t do. Here- lemme help.”

You feel Sans put his hand in yours… but he pulls away just as quick, leaving date fruits in your palms. He seems like he’s resisting the urge to laugh his ass off.