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Sam slid into an empty seat at the bar. “So,” he began. “Were you serious when you said that thing earlier about being a ‘student of romance?’”
Spock flashed him an irritated look. “Lieutenant Kirk, if you’ve come to mock me, I can assure you that—”
“I’m not,” Sam raised his hands in surrender. “Sorry. I just wanted to be clear that you’re available, right?” Spock’s eyebrow shot up. “Not for me.”
“Are you offering to…set me up?” Spock asked.
“I have someone I know you’ll like.” Sam grinned and reached for his comm. “You already think he’s smart.”