Pavel was not expecting someone to be in front of his door when he opened it, so he walked right out without caution. Unfortunately, this wasn't a great idea. The second he stepped outside, he collided with another person. Looking at her as she fell over, he thought she seemed familiar. Perhaps he had seen her a few times in passing during his time at the Academy. Whoever she was, he thought she was gorgeous. Pavel reached a hand out to the girl, trying to help her up. "Sorry about zat милый," he both flirted and apologized.

Anna refused to take his hand and stood up on her own. She also ignored his apology. She didn't know Russian, but she was sure he was flirting with her. "Oh, it's you," were the first words out of her mouth. She crossed her arms and stared at him. She waited for him to apologize again, without didn't know what to say in response to her comment. She knew who he was, should he know who she was? She seemed to be upset with him, which would be understandable if it was about being knocked over, but it was clearly more than that. Pavel Checkov wasn't called a prodigy for nothing, he was pretty smart. In fact, was smart enough to tell that this woman was upset with him, not his actions. He tried to get in her good graces by apologizing again, "I am sorry for knocking you ofer, I vill try not to do zis again.

Anna loosened up a little and uncrossed her arms. "I forgive you," she sighed. She preferred being his rival from afar. She would much rather have him see her as a threat to his prodigy reputation than be in his social radar. She wanted to go back into her room, but she noticed that he was still standing there. He was doing that awkward pose that guys do when they want to seem shy before asking a question; this consisted of slouching a bit and rubbing the back of his head. Although she'd rather not, she arched an eyebrow and gave him a "go-on" look.

"Sorry miss, but I don't theenk I caught your name."

"Annabel Carro."

"Vell, Annabel, it vas nice to meet you." He held out his hand for her to shake. When she didn't take it, he awkwardly put it away. "I vill see you around."

"I'm sure you will." She replied in a monotone voice.

As Chekov arrived for his shift the next morning, he couldn't get Annabel out of his head. Normally when people met him, they were impressed by his prodigy title. When it was announced that he had gotten into Starfleet Academy, everyone made a big deal about it. While he liked meeting people and was proud of his own achievements, Pavel didn't like that most people didn't want to know him as a person. Some people saw past it, but not enough for him to feel truly comfortable. Annabel on the other hand, didn't seem to want anything to do with either part of him.

When Pavel reached the bridge, he took his seat next to Lieutenant Sulu. He got to work with what he needed to do, but it wasn't a very busy day. His mind wandered to Annabel again. His distraction was reflected in his face and Sulu took notice of it. "What's on your mind, Ensign?"

"Have you efer heard of somevone named Annabel Carro?"

Sulu wasn't sure where Chekov was going with this question, so he responded in a way Anna would approve of. "You mean the young prodigy?"

"I guess so? See, I ran into her in ze hall yesterday. It vas an interesting experience. She knew who I vas but she vas annoyed by me. I don't theenk I hafe met her before. Vhy do you theenk she vas annoyed?" Chekov turned to Sulu, hoping that he would have an answer.

"I couldn't be sure. Perhaps you said something in your brief conversation. Or maybe you have met her in the past and she was annoyed that you had forgotten her. On the other hand, it may have nothing to do with you. It's possible that she was just in a bad mood. I'm sorry that I couldn't offer you more advice. Women are hard to figure out sometimes." Sulu hoped that he had said enough to settle the young man's mind without saying more than Anna would be okay with.

Now that Sulu was thinking about Anna, he felt bad for what he had said at dinner. While he truly thought that Anna would enjoy the Ensign if she opened up to him, he should've read the scene. She obviously didn't want to talk about her rival during a peaceful meal, and he didn't respect that. He would have to apologize to her later.

After his shift, Sulu made his way up to Anna's quarters, bringing lunch with him. He knocked on the door, hoping she was there. "Who is it?"

"It's Hikaru. I brought food with me." He could hear movement from beyond the door and then saw the door open.

"Come in." She smiled at him, but he could tell she looked stressed.

Sulu put the lunch on her table and sat down. Anna soon followed suit. She silently started getting her food set up, said the hamotzi, and dug in.

"I wanted to apologize for earlier. I shouldn't have pushed the subject of Chekov."

After hearing his apology, Anna gave him a genuine smile. "You're forgiven. I know you mean well." With the tension off their shoulders, their lunch became a very pleasant one. The pair spent the rest of the meal talking about what to expect while working for the Enterprise. He explained that those on the bridge normally got full wind of any on-ship drama. Though, he also explained that as an Ensign, it was highly unlikely that she would be picked for any on-planet missions.

"Oh crap, my first shift starts in 10 minutes!" Anna exclaimed as she looked at her watch. She started cleaning up their lunch and grabbing what she would need to bring with her.

"Oh yeah, I need to be down there too." They had gotten carried away in their talk of the Enterprise. Anna and Sulu made their way down to the bridge and got there with a couple of minutes to spare. Captain Kirk wasn't even out there yet.

Anna greeted the navigator positioned next to her, happy that her first shift wasn't being shared with Ensign Chekov. She knew she would have to deal with him eventually, but she ignored this fact for now.

Soon enough the captain entered and sat down in his chair. Anna faced forward, ready to do whatever her shift would consist of. From behind her, Kirk started his log, "Captain's log, stardate 3065.1…"