Lunch with the Ambassador - Spock and Sarek
Spock knew the way to the restaurant. It was his mother’s favorite in San Francisco, and had to force himself not to rush through his morning classes to get their early to wait for her. He would be on time, which for Spock meant 10 minutes earlier, more than that would be rude as his mother had a tendency to become distracted and was frequently slightly late. She was always sorry, and he felt awkward telling her the truth of how long he had waited. So it was much better to not wait long enough to embarrass her.
He was dressed in his instructor’s black uniform. It was crisp and fit perfectly, and it was quite a change from his red cadet’s uniform. He knew his mother would be thrilled to see him in black. He had worked hard to move up the ranks and positions in Starfleet, because the alternative was unthinkable, and he wanted her to be proud of him.
The hostess took him to their usual table, where Amanda could watch the ferry come into port at the Embarcadero. She was not there yet, but he left her seat for her, taking one where he could watch the people coming into the restaurant. Spock liked to people watch. He found them fascinating. A message came over his communicator, Amanda was running late. He was not surprised. His attention was drawn toward the door where he saw Sarek’s familiar face.
“Father,” he said, rising to his feet when the Ambassador was brought to the table. “Mother did not tell me that you were joining us for lunch.”