Sans leaned against the wall, red sweat running down his face. He glanced down at the bouquet in his hands, wondering.
He glanced behind the corner to stare at Toriel's Blossoms. The pretty brunette cashier girl was sweeping the outside.
Why had he said that?
All Sans had wanted was payback for Papyrus' teasing. So, he had decided to get him a bouquet that meant "Fuck off."
He had stormed into the shop, said his order, then looked up.
The cashier girl was down right gorgeous- amber eyes the color of honey, long brown curls, and beautiful tanned skin. Her name tag read "FRISK." Sans had stood there, cheeks reddening. Her own cheeks were so red, it had been hard to resist the temptation to pounce on her.
Luckily, Toriel had come in and gave him the proper flowers and Sans had gotten out of there quick.
He sighed, looking at the flowers. Something red caught his eye- a red rose.
Sans glanced back to see Frisk smile at him. Then she entered the shop.
"Heh." He mumbled.
He should come back.