[Billy, for his part, is trying not to be a complete spazz while he waits, but he's obviously fidgeting as he hangs out on a bench under a large oak tree just outside the building. He stands up when Spock gets close enough to see, lifting a hand to wave him over.
Oh god he's meeting freaking Spock, seriously?]
Hey, uh- I'm Billy, from the journal. [Lame. So lame.] Nice to meet you?
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Oh god he's meeting freaking Spock, seriously?]
Hey, uh- I'm Billy, from the journal. [Lame. So lame.] Nice to meet you?