As the lights came up in the amphitheatre and the crowds rushed for the exits, David felt a chill run down his spine. 'Someone is watching,' he thought offhandedly. Then T'Pora stood and he quickly rose in suit, the fleeting chill gone from his awareness.
"It was a pleasure meeting you. I hope we see each other more often," she quiped at his side. Suddenly, David felt like a small adolescent again, like thirty centuries ago on earth and the sophmore dance was starting.
"The pleasure was all mine T'Pora," David stammered uneasily. 'She is Vulcan,' he thought confusedly.'Where can she find pleasure in a meeting?'
Nonetheless, as the young woman walked away from him toward the exit, David could not help but admire her form, the dress being supple and clinging at the same time.What held him back he could not say, but she turned left out of the exit and strode out of his sight.
"Go after her, you fool," David muttered to himself. But the nagging feeling of being watched returned then, and he quickly surveyed the small theatre again, looking for someone, or anything, out of the ordinary.
Nothing. The remaining personell were ignoring him completely, cleaning the slight mess left behind by the spectators, and the show master himself, Bolian by the look of him, was intent on reloading his equipment for the next show. David turned and quickly left the room,glancing down the hallway toward where T'Pora had gone, but she was not in sight. Sighing slightly with disappointment, David turned the other direction and started for his suite. Perhaps he'd go down to Tellar Prime in the morning.
