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At the age of 10, you didn’t expect your dreams to be confirmed with your soulmate tattoo. 

‘WHAT’S THE SWEETEST THING YOU HAVE?’ 

Those words had been written on your left hip ever since you were 10 and—other than the joy of knowing how you’ll meet your soulmate—had motivated you to pursue your dream of opening up your own bakery. What other scenarios could have been played to have those be the first words your soulmate speaks to you, if not that? Ever since then, it had built up to the life you wake up every day to. 

You climb down the stairs from your apartment before anyone else in the building, taking a skip on each of your steps. Clipping your hair up as you maneuver around your dim bakery, you make your way to the back and find your apron. Once you’ve slipped it on, you turn on the lights and look at your to-do list on the whiteboard. 

It was like second nature to prepare the bakery before opening time. The bread rising in the ovens, the smell filling the whole room, and the air turning cozy in the cold of November. It was no secret to the residents here that you sold them the freshest bread in the morning first, before they went off to their own jobs and before you actually opened to the public. 

You hear the apartment entrance bell ring again, and you poke your head out from the kitchen to see one of your neighbors. His brightly colored suit and swirly glasses brought a warm smile to your face, aside from the literal warmth his body emitted.

“Grillby, care for a muffin before starting your day?” You carry a fresh tray of the baked goods to the counter as he approaches. 

“That would be wonderful, Isabelle!” He reached into his pocket to fetch the cash he would pay you for the muffins, which didn’t take long. You cash in his payment and hand him the muffin before leaning on the counter.

“It’s getting colder recently,” you start up a conversation and chuckle. “But I bet you don’t notice it, do you?”

“The day I do, I’ll be sure to tell you over a cup of tea with Her Majesty.” He laughs at your tease before stopping with a soft gasp as if he had just remembered something. “Speaking of Her Majesty, I might have slipped mention of your bakery the other day! She said she wants to visit you this week.”

Your eyes widen as you slightly raise yourself from the counter, your jaw gaping a bit. “You’re kidding me.”

“No, I’m afraid not.” Grillby didn’t even need to have a mouth for you to tell that he was smiling cheekily as he began to step away, back to the door entrance of the apartments. “Do tell me if she does come up!”

He was already out the door before you could ask any further, leaving you dumbfounded at the counter with your brows furrowed. You stood there for a few seconds before your eyes slowly travelled to the door to the bakery, contemplating whether to open today or not.

You didn’t contemplate for long as you flipped the sign from ‘We are closed’ to ‘We are open’ and unlocked the door for customers to come in. The sun had already risen halfway up since you started your day, coating the pastries in a natural golden coat by the windows. 

Your mind raced nervously throughout the day as you managed your bakery, while your eyes watched out just in case there was any sight of a goat monster approaching your humble business. While no customers were coming in, you busied yourself in the kitchen, rolling balls of dough, placing them onto a sheet pan, and observing the pastries in the oven. 

;

You were in your zone, and you barely noticed the bell to the bakery ringing until you heard someone speak faintly from outside.

“WHAT’S THE SWEETEST THING YOU HAVE?”

Your heart raced as soon as you registered what that voice said. Your eyes widened as you tore them away from the glass view of the oven to look at the door that separated you, in the kitchen, and your soulmate, in your bakery. Truth be told, as passionate—and busy—as you are about your business, you are still part of the rather large population that is hopelessly romantic about the idea of finding your destined love. 

You took a step away from your pastries and towards the counter. It felt like everything was happening in slow motion as you slowly, but surely, took sight of him.

A monster, a skeleton monster, in fact. He was leaning over one of the glass displays, his gloved hand thoughtfully perched on what you could only think was his chin. His bones were as pale as the snow that was going to set anytime soon. The rest of him was dressed in a grey sweater inside of bluish-grey overalls, which were tucked into these black boots with blue laces and toe caps. Slung over his free arm seems to be a black leather jacket. He hadn’t even noticed you walking out yet; he was busy browsing the sweets you had placed there. He looked so damn cute.

“I’d say I’m pretty sweet,” you blurt out, without thinking.

He blinked, and he quickly stood up straight. He turned to face you, who was pressing your lips together into a line and holding your hands up just right below your chest with a soft dust of red on your cheeks. If you were already taken away by his side profile, you didn’t even know what to think when he was facing you directly. 

His eyes were this magnificent shade of blue that nearly matched his bandana. The rest of his socket was black, while his pupils were these two spirals, with the smaller one being inside the larger one.

He takes a step forward, his hand seeming to twitch to reach out to you. “IT’S YOU…” He murmurs, but still loud enough for you to hear.

Your eyes flutter to the floor as you laugh a little, trying to find the words. When you looked up, he was standing closer to the small gate that separated the counter from the rest of the bakery. You opened your mouth to say something, but there was a loud ringing in the kitchen that beat you to it. 

Your eyes widen as you act on instinct upon the sound, your body quickly turning away and running back in. You open the oven to stop the baking process and slip your oven mitts on, grabbing each tray out and placing them onto the island behind you.

You hadn’t even noticed he had walked into the kitchen until you heard his voice again. “ARE YOU OKAY?!”

You turn your head to the sound and get starstruck by the sight of him again, but it’s quickly stopped when you notice the worried look on his face. Your eyes glance between his face and the tray in your hands, which you quickly set down. “Oh! Yes! Everything’s okay, I’m okay!”

There’s a short pause between you two, one that you share with a longing gaze.

He takes the first step. One of his hands goes to the back of his skull while the other stretches out toward you. “I’M SANS, LIEUTENANT OF THE ROYAL GUARD,” he introduces himself.

You smile and take his hand with both of yours. “I’m Isabelle, owner of Pandelena,” you pause for a moment before chuckling, “and customers aren’t really allowed back here.” 

His eyes widen, and a hint of blue appears on his cheeks. His smile turns bashful, which gives you this giddy feeling in your chest when you notice it. “OH STARS, I’M SO SORRY. SHOULD WE… SHOULD I…?” He stumbles on his words as he uses his free hand to point outside.

“Yeah, yeah!” You laugh a little before letting go of his hand, much to your dismay. He walks past the gate, and you make your way behind the counter, the two of you separated by the table. “You… You said you wanted something sweet?” You repeated what he mentioned earlier, before you had replied with something stupid earlier.

“AH, YES! WHAT WOULD YOU RECOMMEND?” He immediately perks up, his sockets quickly looking back to the pastries around the store. 

“Well, there are different types of sweets, each fulfilling a different craving you’ve got.” You smile and walk behind the different glass displays, while he follows you. “We have savory and sweet, just like this one, which is regular dough bread filled with butter and sugar inside. We have cookies of different flavors…”

You listed all the pastries you had to Sans, describing to him what he would expect from each certain treat. Happy as you were talking of your baking with pride, you couldn’t quite yet grasp that racing flutter in your chest anytime the two of you accidentally locked eyes. It would always end with the two of you laughing shyly and breaking eye contact quickly.

He began to mention the ones he planned to buy, which were a lot, so it quickly had you reaching for the box instead of the usual paper bag.

“Do you have a party? You’re sure buying a lot.” You ask, reaching into the displays, picking out his order, and placing them gently into the box.

You hear him chuckle and glance in his direction, seeing him scratch the back of his head. “OH NO, HER MAJESTY SENT ME TO CHECK OUT THIS BAKERY BECAUSE SHE HAD HEARD IT FROM A FRIEND!”

Your eyes widened as you closed the box of baked goods by the cashier. You think of how your day started and bite your lip slightly, dipping your head and chuckling a little.

“That friend wouldn’t happen to be a walking fire hazard, would it?” You tilt your head up. Your cheeks immediately flush at the sudden sight of him standing closely in front of you again.

He laughs at your joke for a moment. “HOW DID YOU KNOW?” He tilts his head to the side.

You shake your head as a short laugh comes out of your nose. “Grillby’s my neighbor. We all live in the apartments above the bakery.” You point to the different entrance to the bakery. “And he told me this morning that he slipped up about my bakery to The Queen!” 

Sans lets out a laugh. ”SHE WANTED TO GO HERE HERSELF, ACTUALLY! BUT I INSISTED ON GOING INSTEAD BECAUSE I WAS FINISHED WITH MY WORK.” He explained as he brought out his wallet, while you began calculating the total of his order.

“I’m going to smash a teacup in front of him when he gets back,” you murmur under your breath, but Sans had still heard you and chuckled as well.

The transaction went smoothly. He paid the exact amount, and you gave him the receipt. It was quiet now, with both of you staring at each other. Oh gosh, wait, now what do you do? Your soulmate’s right there! Should you ask him when you could see him again? Maybe even ask where you can even see him again? Or maybe, just ask for his—

“-number.”

You blink. He said something you didn’t catch, and you leaned into the counter. “I… Oh, I didn’t quite catch that. Could you, uhm, sorry, could you repeat that?” You stuttered.

Sans’ cheeks seemed to grow bluer, and you couldn’t help but be more fascinated by him. 

“I was wondering, if you can’t be on sale, could I order your number?” He repeats, tugging on his bandana scarf with a smile.

Your mouth drops for a bit, and your cheeks grow red as you connect his words to what you had said to him earlier. Your chest is giddy, and your eyes crinkle as you begin to laugh softly. “That was corny,” you comment. “I liked that.” 

You swear you could see his smile grow wider in the corner of your eye as you reach for a pen and napkin. You write your phone number on the edge and quickly think of something while doing so. 

As you finish writing, you open this jar of cookies you keep by the counter. You never sold them; you baked and kept them for yourself so you could snack whenever you were hungry in the middle of the day. You wrap the cookie with the napkin you wrote on, leaning over the counter and placing it on top of the box he carried.

“It’s not as sweet as me, but I hope you’ll like it.” You smile bashfully as you lean back. “It’s a chocolate fudge cookie dusted with sugar powder.” 

He glances at the wrapped cookie on the box, and he smiles. “I’M SURE I WILL LOVE IT.” He looked at you like he wanted to say something more, but his phone began to ring. He fumbles for it for a few seconds before picking it up.

He smiles apologetically in your direction as he listens to the caller, to which you shake your head with a smile to assure him it was okay. 

“THIS IS SANS SPEAKING. HOW MAY I HELP YOU? YES, I JUST GOT THE ORDER… I’LL BE RIGHT BACK NOW, DON’T WORRY! MHM, YEAH… OKAY, I’LL SEE YOU IN THE OFFICE.” He hangs up the call a few seconds after and looks back at you bashfully. “HER MAJESTY APPARENTLY TOLD THE OTHER GUARDS ABOUT TREATING THEM TO SOME PASTRIES TONIGHT,” he explains.

You giggle. “Well, I hope you all enjoy it.”

There’s a small pause between you two again. There’s this look on his face that you can’t quite read behind his smile, but before you could dwell on it, he spoke again. “AT WHAT TIME DOES YOUR BAKERY CLOSE TOMORROW?” He asks.

You blink and look at the clock. “I usually close up by eight o’clock, but I finish by eight-thirty,” you answer. “Why do you ask?”

He smiles. “I’LL SEE YOU TOMORROW BY THAT TIME THEN.” You felt yourself smile back as he began to walk towards the door.

“See you, Sans!” You called out to him, waving your hand goodbye as he opened the door to leave.

“IT WAS LOVELY MEETING YOU, ISABELLE!” He exclaimed faintly as he waved you goodbye as well.

You two didn't stop waving until the other one was out of view. You had barely met him, but your heart tugged at the thought of wanting to see him again, wanting to get to know him better. You let out a sigh as you plant your chin in your palm, gazing wistfully outside the crystal of your bakery.

Oh yeah, you were so telling Grillby about this.

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It was late into the night. The bakery was long closed, but you continued to reside in the shop with your neighbor. Grillby kept the place lit and brought fresh tea while you took out the spare pie from the oven to share between the two of you. You set the pastry down and cut two slices from it, setting those down on small plates and sliding one to him. 

“Any luck today?” You start the conversation, taking a seat on the stool beside Grillby. 

“No…” He dips his head, picking up the fork and poking at the crust. “And there’s not a lot of offers left either.”

You frown, reaching out for his shoulder and circling your thumb to comfort him. “There’ll be one for you one day, Grillby.”

He turns his head to you with a slight tilt, and you know that he’s trying to smile at you. “Imagine if you expanded your bakery and added drinks to the menu,” he joked. 

You chuckled and shoved his shoulder lightly, to which you both laughed. Once the sound had settled down, you glanced at him with a sincere smile. “The day I do, I’d hire you right away. No interview at all.”

He grows quiet as he takes a sip of his tea before just pressing the teacup to his lips and murmuring a quiet ‘thank you.’ You simply smile wider and turn to take a bite of the pie, letting the night pass between the two of you. 

It had been a few months since the news of monsters resurfacing, that they were real and they weren’t just some form of fiction. You had a faint grasp of what the legal processes had been up until today: the recognition of their rights, the reveal of our past with monsters, and a lot of other things. You met Grillby around that time, when he came through the doors of your bakery with boxes in his arms like you had a shipment that night, which you didn’t. He couldn’t reach for his keys to open the apartment door, thinking he could ask you for help to open the door. You ended up closing the bakery early that day and helping him move into his apartment. You two had grown to be good friends over time, and he had expressed his struggles of finding a job with you, to which you hoped only the best for him. 

“Did anything interesting happen today?” His voice breaks you from your reminiscing. However, you quickly reminisced back to the day you had and immediately broke out into a giggle that caused the flame monster to seemingly raise a brow. You wouldn’t stop giggling and staring at him, to which he made his own assumption about your behavior. “Did Her Majesty stop by today!?”

He exclaimed as he set his teacup down, and you shook your head, still brandishing this wide smile across your cheeks.

“Oh, Isabelle, tell me!” He begged, leaning into you, and you did your best to stop laughing.

“Even better,” you manage to say in between dying laughter. “My soulmate!” You announce.

Grillby gasps and presses his hands to his head, dragging them slowly down his face before pointing his palms in your direction as he stutters. “What!? Your… You met your soulmate?! Well, what’s their name?! Who are they!?” He interrogated you with this barrage of questions. 

“Oh, I don’t want to say anything yet! I want to get to know him first before I introduce him to friends,” you admit, tucking a hair behind your ear as you begin to calm down. 

“Him? Well, that certainly puts a limit to the population,” Grillby speculates, pressing a knuckle to his chin. “So, you two had only met today?”

You nod your head. “He said he wants to meet me tomorrow after I close up the bakery,” you explain further. You press your lips into a line for a moment before continuing. “Gosh, Grillby, it hasn’t even registered to me that he’s a monster—” you quickly glance towards him as you catch your words—”which isn’t a problem at all! Heck, I don’t even care! I’m just…” You pause before pressing your palms to your cheeks, which were apparently flushed. “So nervous… Excited? I’m nervous and excited, because he feels just… Like he’s—”

“Your soulmate,” he completes your words for you.

…

There’s this weight that you didn’t even notice you were holding on your shoulders, and you just smile bashfully as you nod your head. “He’s… He seemed so sweet, Grillby.” You say softly, glancing down at your hands that cupped his just hours ago.

He hums. “So, he’s a monster, is he?” There’s this smirk in his voice that you can hear, and you glance up at him. “My, my, you’re in for a treat!”

“What does that mean?” You tilt your head.

“Why, I won’t meddle in the responsibilities of your monster boo!” He raises his hands and leans away, but tilts his head in your direction. “Unless you tell me who he is…” He hints, and you let out a sarcastic laugh.

“Alright, fireboy. Time to hit the hay.” You wag a finger at him, getting up from your seat as he laughs. 

You both clean up after each other, with you lending a tray to him for his tea set and you bringing up the rest of the pie to your apartment. You wave him goodbye as you enter your house, watching his light fade as he walks up before closing your door. You set the pie down on the counter since the air was practically cool enough to be your fridge. The blankets surround you and keep you warm for the night, with you snuggling into that warmth at the thought of seeing a certain skeleton the next day.

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It was the afternoon when office workers usually come out of their buildings for lunch break. For whatever reasons you could only possibly name, a lot of them tend to stop by your bakery, and it becomes your busiest hour. However, today was weird. 

You shared a nervous glance at one of your customers as you handed her paper bag of puff pastries, while a crowd of monsters had begun forming outside your bakery. 

“Is this normal?” The lady whispered as she held her card to the machine, which you held out to her before tearing the receipt and handing it to her slowly.

“Uh, no… Not really…” You murmur back. “They seem cute, though.” You add, seeing as they were dog monsters… wearing armor.

“Huh… I guess you’re right.” She hums and bids you goodbye with a thanks, slowly leaving the store and glancing a nervous smile at them. Their heads followed her direction as she walked away, but after a while, they turned their heads back to your bakery. Suddenly, they came bustling in, and your eyes widened as you became at a loss for words. 

“Oh! Welcome to Pandelena, how may I…” You slowly come to a stop as you watch them go up against the different displays, pawing their hands on the glass. Your lips pout as your hand comes up to your chest, a small ‘aww’ leaving your lips. They looked like tiny Samoyeds! You approach one of the dogs on your right side, opening the section and pointing at the pie they seem to have their eyes on. “Do you want this one?” You grab the pie, and they let out a yip.

You spent what felt like half an hour walking around the bakery, asking each one of them if the pastry they were drooling at was the one they wanted. It was such a cute moment; you forgot the last time you giggled in almost every attempt to speak. You ended up packing whole sets of cakes, muffins, pies, and even cookies. The dogs were gathered around your counter, holding their desired goods in their paws as their pants filled the room and their tails wagged happily. 

You smiled brightly at them, raising both your hands and waving them. “Have a good one, you guys!” They yipped back at you as they began to file their way out the door. “Come again soon!” You called out before the door could shut, watching them walk away from the windows with a smile. You leaned on the counter and laughed slightly to yourself at what just happened.

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You had decided to close up the bakery earlier than usual, giving yourself the time to go back up into your apartment and get ready to meet with Sans. You had debated on dressing up or going casual since he never specified anything other than seeing you tonight. Did he want to go on a date? Did he just want to walk around? 

Well, you ended up dressing casually but still presentably. You slipped on a thick, wool sweater with an ankle-length skirt and boots. You made sure to layer appropriately for the weather, even hanging a scarf around your free arm as you looked at the time. It was ten minutes before eight-thirty in the evening, so you left your house and made your way back down to the bakery. 

What surprised you when you came downstairs was that Sans was already waiting outside, holding two paper cups in his hands. His eyes immediately went to you as you opened the door from your apartment building to the bakery, his smile widening as one of his hands slightly opened to give you a small wave. 

You rushed to the door, unlocked it, and swung it open. “Oh my gosh, Sans! I’m so sorry! It must be freezing!” You hold the door open for him as he enters, then quickly shut it and turn on the lights. “Are you okay?” You look over him, leading him closer to the counter, where it was warmer. 

He blinks at you before chuckling, shrugging his shoulders. “NO SKIN, NO SENSITIVITY TO TEMPERATURE!” He reassures you, and your shoulders relax as you remember he’s right. “I BROUGHT YOU A DRINK SINCE IT’S COLD.” He offered one of the plastic cups to you, which you took with an awed ‘thank you.’ “I HOPE YOU LIKE HOT CHOCOLATE?”

“I love hot chocolate,” you assure him, “especially in this weather.” You chuckle, looking up at him through your lashes. “Thank you, Sans.” 

“IT IS MY PLEASURE, ISABELLE.” He smiles, his head tilting to the side slightly. 

You admire him for a moment. He was wearing something entirely different from what he wore yesterday when you met; it was more formal. He still had that cerulean bandana around his neck—which really complemented his eyes—but the rest of his attire was different. His gloves were the same color as yesterday, but they reached his elbow now. He wore a bluish-black sweater under a silver chestplate, which had this emblem on the top left, along with armored shoulder pads that were trimmed with gold. He wore the same shade of black for his pants, with kneepads strapped onto them, and they were tucked into these blue boots. He was a few inches taller than you, you notice. 

You went back to that emblem on his chestplate. A circle with wings on each of its sides, two downward-facing triangles below the wing flaps, and one upright triangle below the circle. That… looked like it was on the armor of those dogs from earlier!

Sans seemed to notice you staring at his chestplate and followed your direction, looking down as well. “DO I HAVE SOMETHING ON ME?” 

You blink and look at him with this curious look, a small smile playing on your face. “No, no, it’s nothing… I’m curious, though,” he hums. “Do you happen to work with dogs?”

His eyes squint as his smile pulls into a smirk. He leans onto the counter and tilts his head. “WHY DOES IT SEEM YOU HAPPEN TO KNOW EVERYONE I KNOW?” He asks with playful suspicion. “FIRST, IT WAS GRILLBY. NOW, THE ROYAL PACK?”

You curl into yourself a bit as you laugh, holding the hot chocolate to your face as you rise to your full height again. “They visited me today!” You said in between laughs before you continued to describe how your afternoon went. “It was so funny. It was lunch, and I noticed this group of dogs dressed in armor outside the windows while I was attending to a customer,” you recount, “then once she left, they all came piling in! They pressed their giant paws on the displays, looking at me like I could read their minds!” 

You talked with this glee, and he just looked at you with these widened, confused eyes, but with this smile that spat out a few laughs in between. When you finish your anecdote, he shakes his head as he laughs more prominently and brings a gloved hand to his face.

“UNBELIEVABLE…” He murmurs before pulling his hand away from his face and pointing a palm at you. “THEY SNIFFED YOU DOWN THROUGH THE PASTRIES I BROUGHT IN YESTERDAY!” 

You both look at each other for a brief moment before erupting in laughter together. At some point while you two laughed, you had begun closing the distance between each other, and, all of a sudden, your hand was on his arm as you tried to pace your laughs. You both begin to settle down, and you slowly pull your hand away. 

“It seems I’m attracting monsters!” You joke lightly, bringing the hot chocolate to your lips.

He raises his brow (or bone brow?) as he smirks a little, leaning a bit forward into your space. “I HOPE NOT IN THE WAY I AM ATTRACTED TO YOU.”

Your eyes widen, and you could feel yourself blush, or perhaps it was the steam from the hot drink brushing against your cheeks. Despite being taken aback, you bit your lip and giggled. You shoved him playfully on his chestplate, but he didn’t even budge. “I see you’re a sweet talker,” you accuse.

“TO NO ONE ELSE BUT YOU.” He continues to look at you with that damn charming smile. 

You bit back another smile as you shook your head. Your eyes hid from his gaze and looked for something else instead, which was the jar of cookies that you had given him a piece of yesterday. Then you find yourself looking back at Sans. “Did you like the cookie?”

His shoulders relax as his hand comes to his teeth and makes a chef’s kiss gesture, which makes you smile bashfully. “IT TASTED AMAZING. WHAT ARE THEY CALLED?”

“They’re called crinkles,” you answered, reaching for the jar next to you. “They’re my grandma’s recipe,” you add. You open the cap and offer it to him. “Here, take some if you want!” 

“OH, THANK YOU! HOW MUCH WOULD THAT BE?” He leaned away from the counter to look for his wallet around his pants, and you immediately shook a hand at him.

“It’s on the house, don’t worry. Take as much as you want,” you smile warmly. 

He looks at you, confused, before slowly reaching into the jar and grabbing one. “WHY?”

You blink. He’s right. Every time any other customer had asked you if you sold those cookies, you told them they weren’t for sale. So, why is it you’re giving it to Sans for free? You press your lips into a line before smiling again and shrugging your shoulders.

“I just want you to have them.”

He returns the smile and brings the cookie to his teeth, which open, and he proceeds to eat the cookie. You stare at him for a while, curious about his anatomy, before realizing that might be rude, so you turn to your side. You lean your back against your counter and sip at your cup. You couldn’t tell how long you were in your thoughts for before Sans brought you out of them. 

“OH, I CAN’T BELIEVE I ALMOST FORGOT!” You turn your head to him curiously. “I WANTED TO INVITE YOU TONIGHT IF YOU WOULD BE INTERESTED IN A WALK. HAS GRILLBY SHOWN YOU THE GYFTMAS LIGHTS WE’VE PUT UP?” 

You raise a brow curiously. “Gyftmas lights?”

“AH… IT’S OUR VERSION OF YOUR CHRISTMAS!” You let out a quiet ‘ahh.’ “IT’S DOWN AFTER THE MONSTER EMBASSY, WE WERE GIVEN PERMISSION TO PUT OUR OWN DECORATIONS AROUND A SET PARAMETER,” he explains, nudging his head in a direction. 

You let out an ‘oooh’ and smile. “I would love to!” You agree to his invitation. “I can’t believe Grillby never told me anything.”

He chuckles and begins to get off the counter. “WELL, THAT GIVES ME THE HONOR OF BEING THE FIRST TO SHOW THEM TO YOU.” You shake your head with a smile as he begins to walk further to the door. 

You follow him, and he opens the door for you this time. You pause midway through the frame and poke at his chestplate. “There you go again with the sweet talking.”

“IT SEEMS LIKE YOU JUST PULL THEM OUT OF ME,” he says coolly, leaning close to you. You turn your head to the side and laugh slightly as you break into a grin, quickly pulling your scarf off your arm and wrapping it around your neck in an attempt to hide your cheeks as well.

You both step outside into the late November cold. He waits as you lock the bakery, even seeing you double-check by pulling on the handle and such. Once you were ready, you turned to him, smiled, and walked up next to his side. The two of you began to walk down the street, with Sans leading the way.