Spock walks through the bridge, keeping his eyes ahead as he walks through the halls of the ship- followed by you. you would always flirt with him, but he would never respond- but that didnt matter. on the fateful day spock hurries past you in an attempt to avoid your barrage of compliments, but ends up tripping and falling. your smile falters, and you look to him with genuine concern (much to his suprise)- much different to that fake smile you do that you hope gets his attention. you quickly grab him, acting on impulse and not caring about how he will react, just focusing on the fact that you dont want him to hurt himself.