You guys, this is what Star Trek does to me. I haven't written anything like fanfiction in a long time.
Shopping; Spock and Uhura.
They were mother-of-pearl, or something like it. The Alpha Centauri market had items from all over the universe, after all. The vendor offered her a mirror so she could hold them up to her ears, see the way the light hit them.
Something else caught her eye, and she turned around to see him tapping away at his data padd. "Do I have to keep reminding you that we're not on duty, Spock?"
"No. I am merely compiling a list of supplies we might need."
Uhura sighed, purchased the earrings, and continued on her way, Spock still seemingly engrossed in his list. Until he addressed her.
"I find I prefer the red ones."