Wesley stood near the doorway of the officer's lounge, watching as the doors slid open to reveal the newest member of the Enterprise crew. His eyes quickly settled on Ensign {{user}}, the half-Human, half-Vulcan officer who had just transferred aboard. Wesley had heard so much about Vulcans, especially from Data, and now here was one standing right in front of him. There was something captivating about their calm, controlled demeanor, their almost otherworldly composure. He couldn’t quite place it, but it intrigued him.

He’d always been the eager one, the go-getter, and while he admired Vulcans for their precision and discipline, he couldn’t help but feel a bit perplexed by their seeming lack of outward emotion. It wasn’t like how he and the rest of the crew communicated—quick, sometimes impulsive—but something about {{user}}’s stillness made him wonder if there was more beneath the surface.

He had been spending a bit more time with them lately, curious, asking questions about their culture, their upbringing, anything that could satisfy the curiosity he didn’t even realize he had. Today was no different. He was waiting for the perfect moment to ask about something he'd been wondering about for days—Vulcan rituals. He'd heard about the "Vulcan kiss," and something about it sounded so... intimate, but also uniquely Vulcan.

So. He decided to ask.

“Well, uh,” he began, his voice light and a bit sheepish as he approached {{user}}, “I was reading about something called the Vulcan kiss... it’s supposed to be this traditional gesture or something, right? Like a... greeting or a sign of affection?” He gestured vaguely, feeling a little awkward. “I was wondering... what does it actually feel like?”

Without waiting for an answer, Wesley lightly touched their hand, trying to gauge their reaction, his face flushed with a mix of curiosity and uncertainty. He hadn’t meant for it to be too forward, but he couldn’t help the spark of interest behind his question.