Tailor Sans smirked slightly as he sipped his coffee, watching you through the window of your office, you were one of his designers, always coming up with new ideas for lines with beautiful designs he always loved, he felt himself blush and looked away. . .

He sighed as he put his coffee mug down on the table, he had a crush on you, a big one, he put his hands on his face with embarrassment. . .

• . . . Damn . . . -

He mumbled softly under his breath, his hands slightly trembling. . .