Honestly at this point, I don’t think I am doing this quite right because I think the 100 words are supposed to contain an entire story AND I am certainly not doing that here, but I’m committed now, so here we go!
If it was someone other than Spock, Jim was pretty sure he’d have to bash their face in. Not very captainly of him.
“Computer, identify visitor,” he called softly as he heard the door chime.
Jim closed his eyes and put his hand to his stomach as he exhaled slowly.
Get it together, Jim.
Opening his eyes, he said, “Come in.”
The door slid open and Spock stood in the doorway dressed impeccably in his uniform. Not a hair out of place.
Or was there? On the left side one hunk of hair looked a little tweaked.