I hesitate, my hand hovering over the bagels, stayed by an unprecedented consideration of my TA's morning level of hunger. Her Quantum Mechanics class begins at 6:20 a.m. She often arrives in my office afterward juggling coffee and study pads, and complaining of hunger.
Buying her food would violate Vulcan propriety. My fingers curl closed.
She might think it forward of me. My hand falls.
But mother would approve of performing a kindness.
I quickly place a cinnamon raisin bagel into the bag with my seeded one.
I will place it on Uhura's desk and anticipate her smile of surprise.