Hoshi was surprised that her shy, quiet date had accepted her invitation to movie night. A teenage musical didn't seem to be his style. In the darkened mess hall, she took surreptitious glances at the toned body that sat beside her dressed in a tight black T-shirt and even tighter black jeans. He seemed totally unaware that he had a real bad-boy Danny Zuko thing going on. Later, back in her quarters, she happily sang along with the Spanish-language soundtack for Vaselina, the evening's film. In any language, she thought, Malcolm Reed, honey, you are the one that I want.