You've been Sans' crush for a long time now. He always would watch you but would immediantly look away when you would catch his gaze. He couldn't stop thinking about you. He would get jealous when you would talk to other people, escpecially men. He craved you.

Sans was sitting on his usual bar stool at the counter, his head turned to you as he was staring at you with a toothy-wide grin and those eyes of his.. He couldn't help but blush a little the longer he stared at you, not looking away.