Shraz and I exited the room and entered another grey corridor of the Enterprise.
"So what was that about, anyway?"
I cleared my throat. I didn't want to tell anything to him, especially since he made fun of me even though he didn't know I liked Spock… but I am unable to lie, like any Vulcan.
"Uh… nothing much. On a completely unrelated note, do you have any plans for dinner tonight?"
"Of course! I was gonna go stag and flirt with some of the crew, maybe get Kirk's attention? That kind of thing. Why do you ask?"
"Um… no… reason… in particular…" I strained against my Vulcan quarter. Even the slightest lie was difficult for me.
"Wait… Did Spock… ask you to dinner?"
A yes or no question was too hard for me, and Shraz new that. I remained silent. Unfortunately, Shraz could also interpret my silence.
"Oh. My. God. He asked you on a date? We have to get you ready!" He practically squealed. He grabbed my hand and dragged me down the hall.
"It is not a date! Spock is a Vulcan, Shraz; he would never ask me on a date!"
"Nope. It's a date. Now hurry, it starts at 19:00, we've only got one hundred and twenty minutes!"
I sighed. Two hours to get ready? Now that was extremely illogical.
When we finally reached my quarters, Shraz was obviously in, as the humans say, his 'happy place'.
"Okay, so we've got to do your hair, makeup… Do we have enough time for a facial? Oh, and you have to have a shower! And I have to get ready, too… Alright, you jump in the sonic while I go get my stuff. You have to hurry though!" He said, as he started backing out the door.
I sighed again. I was still trying to make sense of it all… why had Spock asked me to dinner? What did it mean? Was it even possible that Shraz was right, and it was a date? Regardless, it was amazing to think that I was going to be eating dinner with my role model and my crush… I decided to follow Shraz's instructions anyway. I stripped of my uniform, threw it in the recycler, and entered the sonic. I mean, what was the worst that could happen?
