#c3:pike

He looked at her in that way that she knew was meant ONLY for her. It was strong, with the hint of a smile that warmed her from the inside out. Uhura stood there, almost nervous, as she thought about her next move. Could she hug him? Would people deem that appropriate? Did he want to hug her? All good questions that she’d let [ [ h i m ] ] answer. Her hands remained folded behind her back while her fingertips fiddled with the scarlet fabric of her uniform.

“What would you describe it as then, Sir?”