Data checked his appearance in the mirror. He had had a suit replicated and was just straightening his tie. He had only ever had to wear something that was considerably smart once. And, that was over a year ago. That was at the wedding of Keiko and Miles O'Brien. That was also when he had decided to learn how to dance from Beverly Crusher, the Enterprise's chief medical officer.

He walked over to the food replicator and ordered two meals. It was pasta; Carbonara. He gently set out the cutlery; two knives and two forks.

Captain Picard, a few years ago, had returned to his family vineyard in LaBarre, France. That was because he needed time to recover and recuperate from his rather unfortunate and terrifying encounter with the Borg. To say thank you to his fellow crewmembers and friends, he had each given them vintage wine from the Picard vineyard. It was brewed in twenty-two-sixty-seven, making it over one hundred years old. Data pulled out one of those bottles of wine from one of the few cabinets in the room and placed it squarely on the centre of the table, along with two glasses.

Finally, after a few last minute adjustments, Data was fairly pleased with what he had done. He stood around and waited patiently for Leena to arrive.

The chime on the door sounded a little later than the proposed 1900 hours meeting time. Leena was usually late for everything, no matter how hard she tried to be early, or even to be simply on time.

"Come," Data called out the command and the door opened.

Leena walked in, "Hey, commander." It sounded very weird to call him that. She wanted to call him by his first name, but she thought it was wrong as she was only an ensign.

Data seemed to pick up on this, "Hello. You may call me Data."

"Oh," Leena said, taken by surprise. "You can call me Leena, then. I mean, if that's all right."

Data nodded, "Yes that is fine."

"Sorry I'm wearing the same thing," she said as she looked down at what she had on. It was the same blue dress.

"Do not apologize. The dress compliments you very much."

She was flattered, "Oh, thank you."

Data pulled out a chair and signalled for her to sit down. Recognising the gesture, Leena sat down on the chair and Data walked over to the replicator to collect the two dishes. He laid them on the table and sat down opposite her.

"This looks very nice," Leena said, as she looked at the food. "What is it?"

Data pushed the food around his plate a little, "I believe it is called Carbonara."

Leena realized what it was, "Oh, yeah. Its pasta, isn't it? I love pasta."

Data picked up the wine and poured some in her glass. He then poured some in his own.

"I didn't know you drank," she observed.

He acknowledged her, "Usually, I do not."

She smelt it and then took a sip. The taste of it was wonderful. She had been on this ship for almost five years and she hadn't had real wine in all that time. "This is wonderful," she said, "You didn't replicate it, did you?" She asked, needing to satisfy her suspicions.

"Captain Picard gave it to me. It is from his family vineyard. Did you know that?"

She shook her head and swallowed some of her Carbonara. "I didn't, but you can tell the captain that it's very nice."

Data nodded. He continued to poke the food around on his plate. He rarely ever ate, for, he had no need to. He was entirely capable of eating, but he just didn't need to. He had never actually eaten pasta before, so he carefully placed it in his mouth and began to chew. He chewed the small mouthful too much and then decided that it was the right to time to swallow it.

After a few minutes, the ensign exclaimed, "There's meat in this!" She held up her fork which had a tiny sliver of bacon attached to it.

Data was slightly shocked by her sudden outburst, "Is that a problem?"

She tried to scrape the tiny piece of meat off of her fork and pushed to the edge of her plate with a rather disgusted face. "I'm a vegetarian," she explained.

Data knew what this meant, "I am sorry."

"Don't be, I don't think I ate any of it."

"It is only replicate, though. It is not real meat," Data reminded her.

"I know, but it's just the idea of even eating something like meat."

Data tried to make amends for it, "I could replicate something else, if you like."

"Don't worry, I don't want to be annoying. I'll just have to avoid the meat," she said, smiling.

"If you are comfortable with that," Data added.

"Besides," Leena said, "this is too nice to let it go to waste."

And, after a few more minutes, they had both finished their food. Data had drank all of his wine, but Leena still had half of hers left. Noticing she hadn't finished it all, she drank the remainder at once.

"Would you like some more wine?" Data asked as he lifted the bottle.

She nodded and then held up her glass, "Please."

Data obeyed and poured the wine into her glass and then into his.

She stared into her glass for a short while, whirling it around. She drank it, but only half of it. She didn't want to drink too much.

"Do you not want the remainder of you drink?" Data asked.

She shook her head and then placed the glass back onto the table. "No, thank you. I don't want to get drunk." Then, she had a question on her mind, "Can you get drunk?"

"I cannot become intoxicated by alcohol, no."

"You're lucky," she said, smiling

"Lucky?"

"Yes."

Data stood up and took the plates and cutlery away from the table. He then removed the glass and the bottle of wine. He put the wine bottle back in the cabinet from which he had gotten it from.

"Leena?" He began.

She brushed her hair away from her face "Yes?"

Data had been asking Reginald Barclay for some advice regarding relationships, not the wisest of choice. But, Data decided to use one of the things which Barclay had suggested; asking questions. "Do you have any preference regarding cinema?" He asked.

Leena stood up and walked over to him, "I do. I like mostly romance," she replied, smiling broadly.

"Intriguing," Data said.

"My favourite movie is called Titanic." Leena added.

Data searched his memory for something about that movie, but he couldn't seem to find anything. "I am not familiar with that movie," he admitted.

"You'd probably not be interested in it," she replied simply.

"On the contrary, I am very much interested in learning new things about humans. I would be very grateful if I could learn more about human pastimes, so that I could enhance my understanding of how to socialize."

Leena smiled. He was very endearing. "If I had a copy, I'd lend it to you. But, I've only got it on something called…" she tried to remember "…DVD."

"Ah," Data knew what she was talking about, "A digital versatile disk."

"Yes, but, the problem is that I can't play it. There's no DVD players anymore," she pointed out.

Data thought for a moment and then stood up and walked over to his computer. He bent over and searched for 'Titanic'. In less than a few seconds or so it came up in the results. He flicked through the search results. Many of them were to do with the real life ship, Titanic, which crashed into an iceberg over four hundred and fifty years previously. Finally, he found the result relating to the movie. "The movie is stored in the database," he called over to Leena.

"Really? I never knew that!" She exclaimed.

Data nodded and then selected the movie. He ordered the computer to play the movie. He brought the small laptop-like computer over to the small coffee-table which was in front of the couch and put it down.

Leena walked over to him and asked, "What are you doing?"

"I thought, perhaps, you would like to watch it now," Data answered.

She sat down on the couch, "Yes, I would. That's very thoughtful of you."

Data's face showed the slightest flicker of a smile.

"Aren't you going to watch it with me?" She asked him once she noticed that he was still standing up.

He sat down next to her and the movie began. She shuffled over a little so that she and Data were closer.

Soon, after over two hours, the end of the film began. And, Leena knew, all too well, that her most hated part of it was due to begin. The last few minutes of the movie started to play. Leena felt her eyes starting to water as she saw one of the main characters, Jack Dawson, live his last moments. She watched intently as she saw his head keep slipping under the ice cold water of the Atlantic Ocean. She wanted desperately for him to not die, but she knew he had to. It was a movie, and there was no way she could change the ending of it.

Data saw the tears falling from Leena's eyes. "Are you upset?"

"Sorry," Leena said as she wiped her eyes delicately. She didn't want her makeup to run. That would be just awful. But, as soon as she had wiped those tears away, the onscreen hero succumbed to the intense cold and perished. More tears filled her eyes. She leant her head on Data's shoulder as she tried to sniff back the tears. And, for some reason, she hugged Data. She needed some support. It was ridiculous, she knew that, but still, she did it.

"Leena? Are you… all right?" He asked her, concerned.

She wiped her eyes again. "I'm…" she sniffed "… I'm… fine. Sorry, I've seen this movie so many times before. I just get upset every single time."

Data just looked at her. He couldn't see her face as she was still resting her head on his shoulders. He just put his arm around her, rather awkwardly. "Whilst this was based on a true event," he said, "these characters are fictional," he tried to comfort her.

"I know that," she said. She then lifted her head up off of his shoulder. "Sorry," she apologized again, "for leaning on you… and for hugging you."

"I do not mind," Data replied, "There is no need to apologize."

She smiled, or, at least, tried to.

"You should not watch things which make you upset," Data advised her.

"I know," she replied, smiling a little. "Maybe I should go now," she suggested.

Data cocked his head to one side, "Why?"

"It's late, I suppose," she answered.

"Would you… like a tissue?" He asked her. He could see the tears in her eyes.

"Thank you."

Data went and retrieved some tissues. He wasn't entirely sure why he had some, but, he did. He handed one over to Leena. She smiled and took it and dabbed her eyes with it. She saw what she guessed was a bin and put the tissue in it.

"That was very thoughtful of you," she said.

"Could you be more specific?" Data asked politely.

"You let me watch the movie with you," she replied.

"Oh… it was my pleasure." It was just a figure of speech, for him. He couldn't experience pleasure.

She smiled, "Thank you," she said once again. She walked over to Data, "I mean it, thank you. That movie means so much to me. My father… died at sea," she revealed.

Data wasn't sure exactly how to respond. "I am sorry," he decided on saying.

"Don't be. It was his own stupid fault, really. Mother told him to enlist in Starfleet, but he wanted to stay at sea…" she trailed off at the end. It felt like there was something stuck in her throat. She wiped her eyes and sniffed again. "Anyway, I'm probably boring you," she said.

"You are not boring me," Data said. He walked up to her and stood squarely in front of her. "In fact, it is quite intriguing."

"Well, anyway, I'll go. I'll probably see you tomorrow or something." She kissed him on the cheek. It was cold and strange. She had never felt so strange before. She held the kiss for slightly longer than usual and then stepped away.

Data felt a compulsion to reach up and touch his cheek. But, he did not, for fear that it would erase the tingling sensation that the kiss had sent through him. He stared at her, basically lost for words.

"Sorry," she said, "Maybe I shouldn't have done that."

Data cocked his head to one side. He was should I proceed? He thought to himself, over and over again. Finally, he made up his mind and kissed her on the lips very softly. She could hardly feel it, yet it still happened. Once again, the sensation triggered something inside of Data.

"Goodbye, Data," Leena said defiantly.

He saw her walk towards the door. "Goodbye."