Author's Note: Continued from "The Universal Language."
Extracurricular
It's thirty minutes before Jim descends, eyebrows waggling, and insinuates himself between Nyota and the whiteboard. Her marker stops just before leaving a pi sign on his FEDERATION HIGH MATHLETICS ALL-STAR letterman jacket.
"Hey there," he says, teeth flashing.
Spock's stomach clenches unpleasantly, but Nyota just rolls her eyes and immediately turns to gather her problem booklets.
"I'll see you later, Spock." She smiles, bright and genuine. His encroaching disappointment eases.
Jim sidles up next to Spock as they watch her walk away.
"'Solely for academic enrichment'?" Jim asks smugly.
"I have no idea what you mean," Spock lies.