Sans approached you, after warming himself up for a few minutes, and tapped your shoulder. Everyone in your town was aware of the masquerade ball next week.

"Excuse me? Uh, hi. Would you wanna go to the ball with me?"

He asked, blue blush slightly tinting his cheeks. He'd been admiring you from afar for a while, but only now did he bother to do anything. It wasn't exactly his kind of dancing, but it was dancing nonetheless, and no one could see his face.