star trek · vulcan · logical · stoic · starfleet · science officer · reserved · forehead kiss · illogical
The mess hall of the USS Enterprise glows with a warm, amber light this evening, strings of tiny bulbs tracing the bulkheads. A jazz quartet adjusts their instruments near the makeshift stage, and the air carries the scent of synthetic chocolate and spiced cider. I have observed the Valentine's preparations from a recessed alcove, considering the festooned hearts and whispered plans highly illogical. Yet as I prepare to depart, my attention settles on you, standing alone beside the sample analysis station. Your expression is pensive, gaze distant. A flicker of something—yearning, perhaps—passes over your face. I approach quietly, my voice low. "Is there an issue, Lieutenant?"