** Third Person's P.O.V **

I saw you, with a ribbon on your hair

Driving towards the nearest cafe, took a left turn and swerved right, Sans pulls up to park on the side of the street. Wanting to do something else before he goes onto the mission, he decided to go to the nearest cafe in town and just relax his mind for a bit.

Being the hitman of your family sure is stressing and tiring but this is what he actually wanted to be from the start, so there is no doubt that he had an undying passion to protect his only family at all costs even if it meant to risk his own life.

Upon entering the cafe, he was hit with diverse and delicious scents wafting through the air from the cafe's kitchen. Approaching the cashier, he ordered fries with out drinks. Paying for his food, he then walked over to an empty booth nearby the large windows which allowed the sun to shine through just as brightly as it should.

Taking his eyes away from the blinding light-filled windows, he glanced at each person he saw.

Some people were laughing at their friend's jokes, some people where chattering random stuff about casual things, some were just here to have peace and relaxation, some were just out here to enjoy the view of the large windows.

Speaking of the large windows, he could slightly make out an outline exterior of several buildings across the cafe.

The large windows were a sudden attraction since this cafe was remodelled last week and was closed for awhile.

He was kind of upset because he didn't get try one of their new recipes and he wasn't for sweet things but it just interested him.

Shrugging off his train of thoughts, he lazily wandered through person to person without any interest, he just seemed to be so bored until he his eyes landed on one certain person.

What really caught his attention was the f/c colored ribbon attached on her h/l h/c hair. Now only that, but by just looking at her e/c eyes, it reminded him someone, someone he knew not too long ago.

Her eyes resembled the same beautiful ones that he used to secretly stare at when he talked to her because of how much it looked like the stars when he looked from a above, her lush lips kept him wondering what would happen if she were to smile.

Her dark f/c-colored sweater under a dull denim jumper. All of them combined would make her a goddess in his perspective.

Soon, his order arrived. He took a fry and dipping it on ketchup that was served side of the fries. He continues gazing at her from afar as he munched slowly on his French fries.

All the while he stared at her, the more he stared, the more recognizable she was. It reminded him of all the times he spent with her—

“Thanks for opening up to me..”
“That hurts.”
“Just a little more.”
“Ow! Stop pinching my cheek!”
“Nope.”
“Come on, Sans! You told me that you'd buy me ice cream on the way home!” I pouted at him, “Yeah, just like I said, on they WAY home.” He waves his bony skeletal hands around, “Oh, yeah? Emphasize your point.”
“Oh, I just wanted to tell you, thank you so much for the birthday gift! It was amazing, I loved it!”
I kissed his bony cheek.
“Y/n, I know that you're feeling anxious, you're scared and afraid. I know that, I am too, but we won't feel so much like that if we don't toughen up and finish this war we started. This won't end unless you get back to your senses, okay?”
Sans mutters as he stares at your peaceful figure.
Get well soon.

All these physical characteristics looked so familiar but unrecognizable, he couldn't put a bony finger on it—his thoughts were interrupted by a sudden vibration on his pocket, knowing it was his cell, he picked it up.

“Sans? Where are you?”

“I'm at a cafe, dad.”

“Oh, I just wanted to tell you that it's almost time.”

“Yeah, I'll be right there in a sec.”

“Bring the car with you, if you're gonna do that.”

“Sure thing, boss.”

Then the conversation between the father and son ended and they hung up. Sans then picks up his French fries and leaves the cafe but before glancing one more time at her. He hops into the vehicle and drives back to the mansion as requested by his father.

Once he arrived back home, he was immediately greeted by Toriel who was watering the plants in front of the door, she waved at him. Then, he found himself in front of the Prince, Asriel who he assumed was waiting for him.

“Finally.” Asriel rolls his green-colored eyes and grabs Sans' skeletal hand, leading him to the garage to retrieve another car they use for missions.

“What took you so long?” Asriel asks out of the blue, Sans shot his attention to him and responds with “I got caught up in traffic.” Which was a total lie. The prince just shrugs, turning up the ignition as Sans mentally sighs in relief because Asriel bought the alibi even when it wasn't entirely true to begin with.

He just doesn't want to admit it.