A/N: They finally meet! Hope you enjoy! PS so I just found out that some of my ideas are actually already used by another story called My Best Friend Sans...I swear it's a coincidence XD the resemblances are mainly that the main character connects with Sans through dream...I swear it's a coincidence, I'm not ripping off XD ps it seems like a good story so far from what I've read so go check it out if you like ReaderxSans :p

Sans

"...Hotdog?" oh. i must be having that dream again.

"hm...? wan...?" I mumbled aloud.

"Um...I-I'm sorry...are you..." the voice continued.

oh wait. this isn't a dream. or is it? I should probably figure that out...but i don't wanna get up if i don't have to. guess there's only one way to find out. "am i on duty?" I mumbled out blindly.

"Um...I don't know? I think?"

I grumbled as I awoke, feeling my head resting on my arms. I rose my head and faced the voice, the sun blaring my eyes.

I saw the silhouette of some figure, seemingly a human woman, with light pouring around them in to my eyes, as my being was filled with a familiar warmth. is this really not a dream?

My eyes came in to a focus, and I finally made out the woman. A lightly tanned young human woman, in some sporty spring clothes, with dirty blonde hair in a ponytail. I blinked.

"oh. hey there, lady. what's up?" I spoke.

She blinked. She seemed confused. has she never seen a skeleton asleep at a hot dog stand? "Well...I was wondering. Um, if it's okay, may I have a hotdog? If you're still selling? I'm sorry if you're not, I wasn't sure if you were since you're sleeping, I just wanted..."

I raised a brow ridge. I was wondering if she was nervous, like most humans are upon meeting monsters. but than why is she coming to me for a hot dog? now that i think about it, isn't she my first customer today? or in a while, really? "well, hot dog. i'm always willing to sell a hot dog to a fellow dog enthusiast."

She chuckled nervously. "Uh, yeah, heh heh. Thanks. May I have a hot dog with ketchup and mayonnaise."

"yes you may-o" I joked,nodding as I crouched beneath the stall. She laughed awkwardly again, which was a reaction I didn't like too much. It was only fun if they either found my jokes genuinely funny, or wanted to bash my skull in.

I reached in to a portable grill under the stand and pulled out a grilled hot dog, preparing it with condiments and stuff. "here you go, lady. one dog."

"Oh, thanks!" she exclaimed, receiving the hot dog, handing me a ten dollar bill exchange.

She took a bite and her face went from nervous and cordial contentment to true joy.

"Oh...hey, this is actually a really nice hot dog!"

I chuckled. "heh. didja expect any different? they're the hottest dogs around."

She quickly backtracked. "N-no! I didn't mean it like that, I swear! I just uh...didn't know-"

"didn't know if i put in some weird monster ingredient?" I finished. I already knew she was nervous about me. I just wasn't sure why she was buying anything from me in the first place, since she was this nervous.

"W-well...I, uh..." I was having my fun teasing her, but I could see how seriously she was taking this. I decided to relent.

"ah, don't worry about it kid. everyone wonders about that," I said with a wink. "don't worry, that's a one hundred percent ground beef, farm raised, uh, vegan, and fat-free hot dog."

She guffawed, almost choking on her snack. "Vegan? Fat-free? How?"

I shrugged. "i dunno. seems like people slap stuff like that on the labels and they suddenly start selling better. thought it'd get some sales."

I finally got a genuine chuckle out of her. I smiled. Well, smiled more. It was good to finally get a real laugh out of her.

"I'm uh, not sure how long you've been here, but you can't just make stuff up about your product."

I raised a brow ridge. From what I've seen about human advertising, that seemed to be a lie. She seemed to know too.

"Um...ok, maybe you can. But you need to be less obvious."

"ah. that must be why business sucks," I said sarcastically.

She seemed awkward. "Oh...sorry..."

Looking at her pout made me awkwardly scratch my skull in reflex. She seemed like she actually cared, which made me feel bad. I didn't want to guilt trip her for something she didn't do. I was just being sarcastic. "nah, don't worry about it. i'm sure business will bone up soon."

She laughed again. I grinned, enjoying her getting less nervous.

She smiled and continued to eat her hot dog, while I worked with the register to get her change.

"here you go, lady. seven-fifty is your change," I spoke, the change in my outstretched hand.

"Hm? Oh, no thanks. You can keep the change."

My brows rose. "are you sure? that's a pretty hefty tip."

"Just keep it, the hot dog is good!" she insisted.

"huh. well, thanks lady. that's really nice of you."

"Oh please, it's just some extra cash I had on me."

I smiled genuinely. "it's still a nice thing. i'll remember this."

"Maybe you can give me a discount on my next hot dog," she teased playfully.

My eye ridges rose for a quick second. That kind of shocked me. "so you're coming back?"

"Of course! This is delicious!" She grew shy at her own boldness. "If that's okay, I mean..."

"no, it's not okay. i'm gonna turn away a customer who just gave me a 300% tip."

"Heh, thanks."

She continued to eat. Still standing there...in fact, she was kind of watching me...

"uh...any reason you're giving me such a dogged stare?"

"Oh, sorry! Didn't mean to...that's a bad habit of mine, I don't mean anything by staring. I just...sorry, just realized that I'm kind of loitering..."

I lightly chuckled at her stuttering. Part of me didn't mind her loitering, of course. She was a nice girl, and I did enjoy her company, so it wasn't like I'd shoo her off. Plus, that uh, feeling I got when I first saw her hasn't quite gone away yet. It's like a slight warmth inside me brought on by her presence. It was still familiar...

Of course, this girl seemed very nice to be around. But part of me felt, I dunno. anxious, about some stranger loitering around.

like my life is being invaded upon.

like she could suddenly do something bad.

like I'm just not used to this.

But these were silly thoughts, so I warded them off. "nah, i just feel bad now that I never thought to set up chairs."

"Oh, I don't mind standing."

She ate in silence for the rest of her snack, which wasn't too long. Almost immediately after, a text tone went off. She pulled out her phone and examined it, immediately rolling her eyes.

"Well, looks like it's time for me to go," she stated sadly.

"ah, alright. thanks again for the business."

"No, thank you! It really was good!"

"heh, you're welcome lady."

She lingered for a moment before asking, "Hey, will you uh, be here tomorrow?"

"my work hours for this stand are ten A.M to two P.M on weekdays," I answered, surprised that she might actually return. Part of me thought she had been teasing.

She smiled. "Great! Than I'll come visit tomorrow too!"

"oh, well uh, that's great! thanks lady."

"Lady? You make me feel old!" she teased. "My name's Roma. What's yours?"

I hesitated. It wasn't like me to give out names to humans randomly. But there wasn't any real harm in it, so I did. "sans. sans the skeleton. nice to meet you."

"Likewise!"

She stood around a little longer before she waved an awkward goodbye. "Well, I'll see you tomorrow!"

"cool, thanks lady."

"Roma."

"sorry, roma."

"It's fine, see you later Sans!"

And with that, she finally turned around, and suddenly started jogging instead of walking. I blinked.

well that was...odd.

Roma

I finally stopped jogging when I got to a building close to my house. I leaned against it, my breathing heavy, my heart racing, my hands still trembling. But they had been doing that from the moment I saw him.

I talked to him! I talked to a skeleton!

I was delighted at the opportunity to talk to a monster. They're a whole different species than us, so there's so much to learn about them! Since there's still not many of them around, whenever I see one, I make it a point to talk to them, to see what I can learn about them. They generally tend to be very nice, that's for sure. That made it easier to talk them, even when I was shaking...from excitement.

Yes, all the shaking had to be from the excitement brought on by my own wonder.

Talking to Sans filled me with wonder. Talking to Sans filled me with appreciation. Talking to Sans filled me with...joy.

A/N: So this came out shorter than I thought it would, but whatever, I'm content with it. Please let me know what you thought of their meeting! If you liked the dialogue, relationship, and if there's anything I can do to make Sans feel like Sans still. Also, my OC isn't a nervous wreck, as you'll see. Both will have their own demons to face. Well, hope you enjoyed this! Please review if you can! Byee