If My Calculations Are Correct
I calculated a 98.37% chance of physical contact. If the captain continued to walk in a straight line, which was the most logical course considering that the bridge was directly in front of him and behind myself, he would undoubtedly brush his shoulder against my upper arm. There was, of course, the possibility that he might inadvertently take a step to the right or left, as he was human and unable to fully control the angle of his steps. I factored that in accordingly.
It would have been acutely easy to avoid the immanent touch. I should have, as I am Vulcan and do not like converging with others. Curiously, however, I concluded that it would not be entirely…unwelcome.
Even so, my heart rate quickened by 0.94 percent as I watched the captain approach. How very illogical. I would have to meditate on it at a later time.
His steps came every 0.8 seconds, 0.58 meters apart. At the rate at which he was growing closer, our bodies would come into contact in 7 seconds. 6, 5, 4…
Suddenly, the captain looked up and our eyes locked. His were a very clear blue, which I had never fully appreciated in the past. I made a note appreciate them more in the future. As much as was objectively possible.
He smiled charmingly at me as he passed, then angled his stride 0.02 meters in my direction so that our arms shared more surface contact than I had previously calculated.
I was not prepared for the adjustment. There was no time to put up my mental shield and before I could stop it, a sharp gasp escaped my throat. He stopped for a moment and looked up at me, a sly grin playing across his aesthetically pleasant features.
As he turned to continue walking, I felt his fingertips brush up the side of my body so gently I was not entirely sure if it had been intentional.
I froze and had to take deep, calming breaths, listening to the captain's footsteps grow quieter as I controlled the urge to glance after his retreating form. There was, I reminded myself, no logical reason to watch him go. I was fully aware of his destination. There was but one reason to look back. One I quickly forced out of my mind as I felt my face grow warm.