[Spock blinked, looking up from the book he had been reading... He hadn't been expecting anyone's company this evening...
...and he still isn't sure if he's ready to spend time in such close quarters with the Captain. Begrudgingly, he gets up from his chair and opens the door.]
Jim... good evening. Can I help you? [He can't stop the blush that stains his cheeks.]
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...and he still isn't sure if he's ready to spend time in such close quarters with the Captain.
Begrudgingly, he gets up from his chair and opens the door.]
Jim... good evening. Can I help you?
[He can't stop the blush that stains his cheeks.]