Star Trek

I need you more than my work, sweetheart. Kirk looked sideways behind her sincerely, a student-looking couple anxiously flipped through the menu, looking around for the waiter.

Gaila glanced back, couldn't help covering her eyes and wailing, and tied her hair back up again: "Wait until I get off work? It's probably...well, four hours? Then I can take over the shift."

Kirk leaned back on the upholstery. "I've got pretty ladies all day."

Gaila stood up: "Say it like you love me."

Kirk tries to be sincere with his blue eyes: "You know I love you."

The girl raised her index finger and shook it: "Don't use your dog eyes, I'm immune."

Kirk blinked mournfully, "Really?"

Gaila replied firmly: "Really."

The girl seemed to have something to say before she left. Kirk was familiar with her delicate expression of hesitating to speak, and tensed up unconsciously. Usually what she was about to say would change the whole atmosphere and make him extremely uncomfortable and resistant .But Gaila just let out a soft breath and resumed her usual demeanor, then went back to her busy work and took Kirk's coffee cup.

For the next few hours, she forgot to bring a new glass.

When it was close to three o'clock, the cafe gradually became deserted. The students had returned to school, and the office workers hadn't left work yet. The voice of an unknown Nordic female voice floated in the empty space, loose and lazy.Sunshine walked to the west, Kirk moved from the corner to the aisle, and then from the aisle to the window, looked up to see Gaila was diligently cleaning the coffee machine and the bar and didn't have time to answer him, then lowered his head to play with his phone bored.

Sulu updated a picture on Facebook. The main body of the picture is the sunflower with its teeth and claws, and another person is pointing at them in the lower right corner.Of course it was Chekov no doubt. Kirk laughed, and extremely doubted whether Chekov's homepage also had another picture with a relative perspective—it probably won't be long before their status will change to being in love, right?

in love.The word sounded so mysterious that Kirk really didn't know anything about it.He's familiar with sex, enjoys it and is good at it, but love?That's another story entirely. The "like you love me" that Gaila said before she left has become the girl's mantra to him now - in memory of Kirk's heartfelt answer to her on the fifth or 20th time they slept together - "Love? That's weird."

It's not that Kirk doesn't like her, of course he likes her, she is beautiful and funny, hot and free and easy, whether it is a friend or a friend with benefits as Sulu said, she is absolutely charming.But that was all; he cared about her like a friend, far below the level of a lover or even a lover.He felt that maybe he was born lacking the ability to love this kind of lover.

After half past four, the cafe ushered in the second wave of business of the day, and it was time for Gaila to take over. Kirk put away the stack of magazines he wasn't interested in at all, put them back on the shelf, and whistled at the pretty black girl who took over, who neatly tied the ties of her apron in a bow and rolled her eyes at him.

After greeting her, Gaila shaved her hair and walked over to Kirk, elbowing him: "No, don't you think about Nyota, she's not your type; or rather, you're not hers."

"I didn't." Kirk laughed. "Just flirting. Her name is Nyota? Funny name."

"Her surname is Uhura, a second-year student at the school next door." Gaila squinted her eyes and looked at him distrustfully for a while, "You have to promise me that you will never provoke her."

Kirk held out his left hand, thumb and pinky together, solemnly: "I promise not to mess with this Miss Uhura—on Scotty's honor to his partner."

God knows Scotty doesn't have a partner at all.

Kirk was waiting with pockets for Gaila when Spock walked into the Bombay Sapphire, and the girl took out the small mirror to touch up her makeup before wrapping her thin green silk scarf around her.Obviously there was nothing abnormal, but he just felt the wind that came with Spock, which had nothing to do with the warmth and humidity of spring, and even on the contrary, with a layer of indelible gloom and coldness, as if even the surrounding air suddenly shuddered. down a few degrees.

Recalling the not-so-pleasant meeting with the professor earlier, Kirk didn't intend to recognize him, and it's safer to have some exchanges with little.He pushed down his forehead and turned up the collar of his shirt, and bent his arms in a gentlemanly way: "Beautiful lady, should we go?"

Gaila, who said goodbye to the glamorous overalls, took his arm happily: "Of course. The long-lost hunt-I will find the best one tonight."

He and Gaila walked past Spock talking and laughing, the brass wind chimes hanging from the lintel jingling above their heads.The moment he passed by, he once again smelled the familiar dead breath of spring, which was anxious and cold, as if it coincided with a fragment in his memory.

But nothing came to his mind.

32. 【Spirk/Chulu】Lonely Festival

Kirk hadn't seen Sulu so sullen in a long time.As a vigorous young man, this botany master finally fell into a dilemma that everyone of his age would have: love troubles.

Students from foreign lands have always presented a calm face, their emotions hidden under the slender oriental features, and they have the temperament of a cold-faced killer—if Kirk didn't know so well his love for flowers and plants. Sulu filled their part of the house with all kinds of plants, some common and some weird Kirk couldn't name them at all; but Sulu recognized them: each plant's scientific name and nickname, shade-loving or wet-loving, repellent Mosquitoes still produce oxygen... A man who can take such good care of delicate plants must also have a delicate heart.

Obviously, Sulu, who is addicted to all kinds of strange plants, is interested in humans for the first time-his real kind-but the other party is not like him, and his high-intelligence head is so dull in emotional matters.Russian boys love to stay with Sulu, talking or chatting, enjoy it but it seems to be limited to this, but Sulu wants more than that, he wants to establish a relationship, and be with the young genius boy forever knowing the mysteries of plants.

That was all Kirk knew so far.He leaned against the door, watching Sulu tend to his botanical garden on the balcony, half the sunlight slanting down and breaking through the winding rainforest tank. Kirk asked, "So, he didn't take your cue or something?"

Sulu stared at the trembling and translucent Purple-leaf Marsh Orchid, with a gloomy tone: "It may be that I didn't send it, or it may be that his signal is not good. In short, the contact is poor."

"What did you say?"

"I invited him over to my house today to look at my pansies, which just bloomed yesterday." He glanced back at Kirk, "So..."

"——So I want to clear the place for you, understand. I have a shift today, and I won't be back until midnight, don't worry." Kirk raised his hands, "He agreed?" Sulu nodded, and he continued to ask, quite unbelievable He raised his eyebrows eagerly, "You just asked him to come to the house to watch a small plant eat bugs?"

Sulu said nothing.

Kirk shook his head. "You want to fuck him, you don't buy him coffee or... anything. You two are going to sit on the couch and watch the bugs. Well, maybe I'm out of fashion with young people these days."

Sulu let go of the rainforest tank to inspect the prickly pear, and avoided answering his question: "Do you always like to say that you are so old? You are older than me... three years old? Four years old?"

"Four years old." Kirk shrugged, "Mental age, probably." He was only 26 years old, but he felt as if he had lived for a long time, experienced many things, and finally piled up into an endless nothingness and blankness. Opening the outlet of his memories will do no good except speed up the aging of his heart.

"I think he..." Sulu said suddenly, breaking the sudden silence, "he's obsessed with Professor Spock."

Kirk was still immersed in his own thoughts, when he heard the name suddenly: "Who?"

"It's his mentor." Sulu said, drawing a line with his index finger across his forehead, "That...with bangs. You saw it when you sent me to school."

Kirk didn't forget about this guy: "What do you say about Chekov? Obsessed with that jarhead?"

"I don't know. Maybe it's adoration. He always mentions his mentor when we're together, and maybe he sees Professor Spock as the embodiment of perfection." Sulu touched the sun-like yellow petals of the Great Buddha Hall, "Although I haven't taken Professor Spock's class, his excellence is... well-known. He was hired by the school with a lot of money from some science academy. He used to only teach master's degree, and he has only started to be an undergraduate teacher in the past two years. If Pasha likes it, then An academic type, I've probably spent my entire life—"

"Stop, stop, stop," Kirk cut him off. "How could anyone like a guy with that ridiculous haircut? He's in bad taste. Oh trust me boy, your boys won't like him." He stepped back from