You just arrived at the Mettaton Resort, opening the door of the building. Once in, you sighed deeply; you were wearing your best outfit for this occasion (something casual, but enough formal for your date’s liking) and you didn’t want to ruin it at any cost.

You began walking towards the restaurant of the resort, and once there, you were received by a waiter, who seemingly eyed you either annoyed and disgusted or lustful and hungry, you couldn’t tell, but you expected anything from coming from this place, to be honest.

Whispers, mumbles and talking could be heard all around, and the waiter lead you to your table after being told Sans waited for you.

As you approached Sans’ table, you distinguished him with closed eyes and hands on his pockets, as usual, and a bottle of mustard in that white tablecloth over a round wooden table with candles lighting up the dark and sensual ambient.

Sans opened his eyes once he felt you coming, and once he saw your beautiful self, be couldn’t help but blush and feel his cheeks get warm, but after that, he grinned and leaned closer to the table, resting his elbows in there. He met gazes with you once you were close enough and grinned back ever so slightly, and sat in front of him, also resting your elbows on the table. Once the waiter left with a roll of eyes, Sans spoke, with a slightly husky voice and a wide smirk.

" Goodnight, dollface… Glad you came. "