Samantha Wildman tried to ignore the cackling coming from a few tables behind her. She was attempting to get her work done so she could help Naomi write an essay later that evening, but the voices of the crew members, especially Ensign Hartley, were making it difficult to concentrate.

"Can you believe it? A woman that hot with absolutely no social skills? It's a tragedy."

"At least she asked you out," Lieutenant Jackson noted. "You're the envy of every guy on this ship."

"And more women then you'd think," Lieutenant Verida added.

"I didn't even get a kiss goodnight!" Hartley whined. "She was as cold as a winter on Vulcan. Actually, I think Tuvok's got more personality."

The group began to howl with laughter again. Samantha considered saying something. She didn't like bullies and gossips, especially when their target was someone she cared about. Seven had always been very kind to her, and she was incredibly sweet to Naomi. Maybe if you weren't just after her body you'd see there's much more to her, she thought. Much more.

She and her husband had always been polyamorous, something her family and friends back home could never understand, but it worked for them. They were supposed to tell each other before they ventured outside of their relationship, but considering the circumstances, she thought he would be willing to make an exception. They were still a long way from home, and she wasn't even sure they'd get back during her lifetime. Before now, she hadn't thought her crush on Seven could amount to anything, but hearing she'd been out with Ensign Hartley gave her hope.

That evening, after she put Naomi to bed, she decided to pay a visit to Cargo Bay Two.

"Ensign Wildman," Seven greeted her. "Is everything alright?"

"Oh, yes. Everything's great, actually. Naomi finally finished her essay. Sent it off to the Captain in the nick of time. Thanks for helping her with the math."

Seven nodded. "She is an impressive child."

"She is," Samantha nodded back proudly. They stood in silence for a few moments. She swallowed.

"Actually, that's not what I came here to talk to you about."

Seven's eyebrow rose.

"How may I assist you?"

"Well," Samantha took a few steps forward. "I heard Ensign Hartley talking about your date in the Mess Hall earlier."

Seven turned bright red and looked away, clearly embarrassed.

"No, don't worry! I mean, she's completely obnoxious, but she'll get over it soon enough. It's no wonder you didn't enjoy yourself."

"I am unaccustomed to everyone knowing my personal affairs," Seven whispered through gritted teeth. "It is unpleasant."

"I know. That's why I tend to keep to myself mostly. I'm a pretty private person, and news travels fast on a ship this size. I'm sorry to even bring it up to you, but I thought you should know."

"Thank you, Ensign," Seven gulped.

"I've told you, call me Sam," she smiled. "Anyway, I just wanted to let you know that if you ever wanted to try it again—I mean…going out…with another woman—I'd be happy to get together sometime."

Seven looked confused.

"You are married, are you not?"

"My husband and I have an arrangement. We love each other, don't get me wrong. We just don't believe in monogamy."

"Intriguing," Seven remarked. "I am unsure whether or not I prefer monogamous relationships as opposed to the alternative. In fact, I am uncertain about a great number of things as of late. At times I feel as if I am further behind in my understanding of humanity than when I first came aboard Voyager."

Sam smiled. "It's a lot to take in. For what it's worth, I think you're doing great."

Seven finally allowed herself to make eye contact with the other woman. Sam had always been very friendly, though their relationship had not extended far beyond the occasional away mission together and conversation regarding Naomi. She was taken aback that Sam would have any romantic interest in her, as she had not seen any signs. Then again, she realized she was no expert in flirtation, and given Ensign Hartley's shock at her own interest in women, she hated to prejudge someone else. Now that she consciously took notice, Sam was also not unattractive. Her blonde curly hair and blue eyes were similar to her own, though she was shorter and differently proportioned. She got lost for a moment as she scanned the Ensign's body, only to be brought back by the sound of Sam clearing her throat.

"I apologize," Seven put her hands behind her back, again appearing embarrassed.

"It's alright," Sam smirked.

"I believe I would enjoy spending time together, if the offer still stands," Seven replied hesitantly.

"Of course it does," Sam beamed. "Let me know when you're free."

"I will, Ens…Sam."

Samantha left the Cargo Bay, and Seven resisted the urge to go to Janeway's quarters immediately. She would wait to speak with her in the morning.

"Samantha Wildman!" Janeway tried not to scoff as she sat behind the desk in her Ready Room.

"Actually, she prefers 'Sam'."

Janeway's eyes went wide as the corners of her mouth curved into a smile.

"I see," she whispered. "You appear to be much more excited about this date than the last."

"Sam is a very genuine individual, unlike Ensign Hartley. She also has numerous physical attributes that I find…acceptable," Seven blushed.

Janeway ignored the pang sharply gnawing at the center of her chest.

"Well," she continued to smile. "When will this be taking place?"

"Tomorrow night. Lieutenant Paris and Ensign Kim have informed the crew they are reviving their 'Luau' themed gatherings in the Holodeck. Sam and I will attend the festivities. If you also attend, you will be able to observe us."

Janeway felt slightly dizzy, but she nodded all the same.

"I'll be there."

After Seven left, Janeway notified Chakotay that no one was to disturb her unless they were under attack. She remained in her Ready Room for the rest of the afternoon.