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As the human and half-Vulcan made their way to the small coffee establishment, the latter asked Cerulia of her times at the Academy, her professors, and other small things. He seemed entertained with her tales and accounts of events held at the prestigious school. When they arrived at the café, she ordered a soothing cup of Gyrainian berry tea, pulling the appropriate amount of credit from her small bag as the Vulcan looked over the offered beverages. She felt his smoldering eyes on her as she prepared to hand the cashier her payment and turned her head to look up at him. "Ms. Simmons, I believe it was I that asked that you join me here. Allow me to pay for your tea," he offered, paying for both of their drinks before she even had a chance to respond. Without another word, he guided her, teas in hand, to a small table near the back of the small shop.
It wasn't until they were sitting, that she realized that she never got an answer to the question that brought on their meeting. "Doctor, I do believe you have yet to provide me with an answer to my earlier inquiry," she provided before taking a small sip of her warm tea. If Vulcans could blush, Spock was sure he would have. In his attempt to learn of the degree of the young woman's educational background, he had forgotten to answer her initial question. After clearing his throat and taking a sip of his own chamomile tea, he began to explain. "In theory, you're assumption is correct. Mass would affect the time of arrival for the traveling object," he proclaimed, making her smile. He, of course, raised an eyebrow in slight confusion at her expression. "This human is rather….interesting…" the Vulcan thought to himself as he watched her drink her alien tea.
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After a few hours of more talk, Cerulia began to notice that the afternoon had quickly slipped into evening….all while she talked to the incredibly interesting half-Vulcan before her. Rising quickly from her chair, she quickly thanked him for the tea and conversation before all but running to the tram stop, leaving a confused Vulcan looking after her curiously. After she had left his sight, he sat back at the now half-empty table. Upon the reading of his notes and preparation to leave the shop, he noticed a small folded note in the spot that was once occupied by Cerulia's tea cup. The word Spock was written in a neat script across the front of the folded paper and the Vulcan deemed it logical to read the small letter.
Perhaps we could continue our engaging conversation at a later date. Please join me in the park on West Avenue. There is a table situated under a large oak tree. Shall we say…this Saturday evening at seven? I hope to see you there.
-Cerulia Simmons
"Curious," thought the stoic alien, as he re-read the invitation. Going back to their long and conversation, he came to the conclusion that it was indeed pleasant and deemed it logical to want to continue. He was not due back to the Starfleet Academy until the semester started in a little less than a month, therefor there was no reason to deny the human's invitation. The Enterprise had been docked for some time, having necessary repairs and upgrades performed, and the crew was told that they were to be on extended shore leave, allowing Spock to return to the academy and continue teaching. He had to admit, it was pleasant to meet someone who hadn't already known who he was…in regards to Starfleet. Maybe this human will prove to be rather…enlightening.
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Cerulia walked into her home after the longer tram ride, welcomed by the sound of her mother yelling at her father about only God know what. Ignoring their rants, she all but ran to her room and flung herself upon her feather bed. Grabbing her favorite book from her nightstand, she didn't notice until she had finished it hours later that it was by the Vulcan that had captivated her attention earlier that day. Ignoring the sound of something breaking downstairs, she closed her eyes and thought back to her rather eventful day. Not only had she actually learned something at the collegium, but she also met her favorite scientific author and had plans made to meet him again that Saturday evening. Cerulia was happy for the first time in weeks, having had nothing to do that summer but listen to her parents argue with each other over stupid crap. She hoped the half-Vulcan would be able to provide her with the distraction she needed as she continued to think about her possible future in Starfleet.
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A/N: Hello dear readers! I wanted to apologize now for the short chapters, but I have a habit of getting everything out in only so many words! I shall try to make my chapters longer, but no promises! I want to thank xLunaAngelWarriorx for their really nice review! This chapter was for you!