[Spock's arrival does not go unnoticed, itself. Syre wonders, for a moment, if Spock was aware of why she was here. Luke had given her the courtesy of informing her of who her date would be, but she could not speak for the Vulcan.]
[Well, I'm sure he'll figure it out, she muses internally.]
[As her date drew nearer to the table, she pulls out a rose of her own from the pocket of her dress suit, meeting his eyes with a smile and the faintest hint of a pink blush on her cheeks.]
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[Well, I'm sure he'll figure it out, she muses internally.]
[As her date drew nearer to the table, she pulls out a rose of her own from the pocket of her dress suit, meeting his eyes with a smile and the faintest hint of a pink blush on her cheeks.]