“I now declare my independence,” Jim said as he walked beside Bones.
Bones smirked. “From Gary?”
“Gary and from all others. No more relationships, Bones. I am footloose and fancy free.” Jim turned around and started walking backwards, doing a little foot work as he did so, laughing at the look Bones was giving him.
He turned around then and walked straight into…
“Oomph.” Jim staggered back and a hand shot out to steady him. He felt himself blushing hot. And staring into the most beautiful pair of dark eyes he’d ever seen. “Uh. Hi. And, um, sorry.”
The guy, a Vulcan, arched a brow. “That was quite a dance.”
“Uh.” Jim laughed uncomfortably. “Yeah. I was…sort of celebrating. Jim Kirk.”
“Spock. What were you celebrating?”
“A, uh.” He moistened his lips. “A break up.”
“For me,” Spock said, matter-of-fact. “Dinner?”
Jim heard Bones coughing nearby.
He ignored him.
“Yeah. Dinner sounds great.”
Happy Independence Day!