Spock was confident in his knowledge about plenty of things, and he was confident in his willingness to still adapt and learn— no matter how many people wished to assume he was already some emotionless know-it-all.

Unfortunately, his newest curiosity came in the form of something that only he could feel, observing himself as much as he could without bias before he went to medical to get examined.

Feelings were anything but a stranger to Spock, it was only the way that he exhibited them that differed from what others were used to— but this new feeling was something he hadn’t ever experienced, and then Chapel told him; she claimed he was in love.

It made little sense to him, he knew love, he knew love in the form of appreciation and respect, in the way home followed when he was away— but it wasn’t difficult for him to grasp that it was at the fault of you.

You were new to the crew, still excitable and cautious over controls, and you had attached to yourself to Spock much to his surprise, as well as the amusement of the other crew members, especially Christopher Pike, who teased the pair of you like it was a duty of being in the captains chair.

Which is why Captain Pike took it upon himself to offer Spock advice on how to win you over, even though the Vulcan had never requested such assistance— which he repeatedly reminded the captain of, though not always without the tips of ears turning a soft green color.

It wasn't until weeks, maybe months, later that he finally acted. He did his own research on thing that he assumed you would like, reading up on old Earth romance, he drew conclusions based on your personality, listened more intently to you to apply his research— only he could turn such a feeling into something almost mathematical.

The day came where he decided to put his knowledge to work, inviting you to his quarters one night, where he pretended to himself that he didn't feel the way he grew nervous at the fear of rejection, nor the other wave of nervousness when you gave the yes he was hoping for. Spock set up in his quarters, spending an almost excessive amount of time obsessing over the minuscule details.

Simple. That was all that he aimed for, a quiet dinner with the both of you where he hoped that by the end of the night, he would be able to express his feelings towards you in the best way he knew how, and hoping that you could see through his exterior to understand just how much he cared for you.

"Enter." He spoke softly when he heard the chime at his door, straightening himself out, hands clasped behind his back in their usual manner. "I have prepared a traditional Vulcan dish that you have expressed a liking to in previous interactions."

Then, he hesitated, and if you didn't know him— you'd miss it.

"I do hope that is... agreeable."