#boldlygold

He likes this cafe a bit more than the last one Jim worked at, simply because he sees an advertisement in the window for carrot spice coffee. He knows Jim is slightly dejected about the boss of his old job leaving, and he’d rather not be a barista at all, but Spock tried to help him feel happier by coming in for a surprise visit to discuss something.

He stepped in and surveyed the place. It had a very cozy atmosphere and smelled nice. It was a bit crowded, which was the only thing he didn’t care for. Spock spotted Jim behind the counter and approached.

@boldlygold

“Ninety-nine...One-hundred.” She dropped the final chocolate chip into the bowl and started stirring. Her employees may find it odd that she insisted on making the cookies herself, but they wouldn’t understand her need for every ingredient to be symmetric, and she did not trust them to do it right.

She had a system that could not be messed with. She stood locked in the back room of the cafe. The fireplace burned behind her, keeping her warm during this time that she went without her gloves. Well, they were satin and she didn’t want to get flour on them.

As she prepared for one of her favorite parts, spooning the dough onto the cookie sheet in various shapes, there was a sudden cold rush through the room, causing the fire to go out in a flash. She gasped, feeling ice cover the wooden spoon, though it was too dark to see, she knew it was there.

Warmth helped keep her calm and keep her powers suppressed. It was why Braan was such a comfort. But turned around in the dim light and saw the half-open window had been the cause. She carefully put down the spoon and went to close the window. She then looked back to the fireplace. Without her pokemon, she’d have to light a match.

As she picked up the box, ice began to creep upon it. What was wrong with her? It had been weeks since she used her powers...perhaps they were trying to get out?

“Chill out.” She smiled nervously to herself and quickly tossed a lit match into the fireplace. “That was close...” She had cookies to make, and the rejects to eat. There were never truly any rejects. She was just hungry. 

She thought of the cinnamon and nutmeg. It always got messy in here when she baked. Spices like sand, ashes from the fireplace. A few stuck to her dress. She attempted to brush them off, when she was overcome with a bit too many particles here.

“Achoo~!” She gasped as a snowball formed before falling to the hearth. It melted quickly, but her heart was racing. She quickly squeezed her eyes shut as she sneezed again. She did not see the sudden flood of light as the door opened.

“Achoo~!!” 

The closest thing to pastries from his homeworld that he could replicate came from a bakery called France hon hon. 

Space Oddity (may he rest in peace)

Ground Control to Major TomYour circuit's dead, there's something wrongCan you hear me, Major Tom?Can you hear me, Major Tom?Can you hear me, Major Tom?Can you "Here am I floating 'round my tin canFar above the moonPlanet Earth is blueAnd there's nothing I can do"

Star Trekkin’

Star Trekkin', across the universeOn the Starship Enterprise, under Captain Kirk.Star Trekkin', across the universe,Boldly going forward, 'cause we can't find reverse.Lt. Uhura, report!There's Klingons on the starboard bow,Starboard bow,Starboard bow.There's Klingons on the starboard bow,Starboard bow, Jim.

I Knew You Were Tribbles (When You Dropped In)

I knew you were tribbles when you dropped inSo cute and fuzzyHigh pitched screaming when you see a KlingonCuz you think they’re scuzzy

The night had finally arrived. The idea of another one of the city’s parties, with food and everyone in close quarters had more appeal than usual this time for one reason. He was going with Jim. Winter was very uncomfortable for Vulcans, but that did not matter either, because he was with Jim, who always made him feel warm.

He was never one to obsess over his clothing, but he wanted to look different. He chose ordinary black pants and a sweater, leaving his uniform behind for once. After meticulously going over his hair and putting on make-up for the first time in months, he was ready.

“I am leaving now. I am sorry you cannot come.” Spock placed a hand on Drowzee’s head. He then grabbed his coat and scarf and headed out.

They had plans to meet at the café where Jim worked. They had eaten there several times and Spock always wondered they were romantic outings or friendly ones. Now it was not ambiguous. Of course, Spock had research as many romantic social cues in humans for preparation. And it was illogical to feel nervous, so he was not.

Yet, he found himself stopping in his tracks for a split second as he rounded the corner and saw Jim standing outside the café. Perhaps it was the colored lights from the window reflecting on his golden hair, or just the context of the evening, but Spock thought that Jim looked especially lovely.

He continued walking, as the biting cold was starting to get to him. His nerves were starting to return but he could hardly walk away to go meditate.

Spock would not say he was very excited, as excitement was not very Vulcan-like. He was more extremely content with the idea of the plans he had made with Jim. He was under the impression he would come home and eat and go to bed, until Jim sent him a text messaging asking to --in his words: Netflix and chill. 

That sounded quite relaxing and enjoyable. Spock got home and quickly changed into relaxation clothes before setting up Netflix in the living room and putting popcorn in the microwave. 

Then, of course, to make it chill, he’d bought popsicles. Sweet without being chocolate.

“This is going to be fun.” Spock said aloud as the microwave beeped. He then realized he was talking to no one, since the cat was at Jim’s and Drowzee was in his pokeball. 

He sat down on the couch with the remote and popcorn bowl in his lap and waited patiently. He looked up as he heard the door opened and smiled at Jim.