Differences in Taste, Part 1
The door to the ready room hissed open. Janeway kept her eyes trained on the passing stars out the window, arms crossed. "I must say, I am very disappointed."
Seven shifted nervously and tried to sound like herself. "Clarify."
"…Of all the ways you could have betrayed me."
Seven squared her shoulders, Borg-enhanced mind quickly thinking of a defense. "Captain-"
Janeway finally turned to look Seven in the eye with one of her infamous death-glares.
But there was more in her expression than just anger. There was also disappointment. Hurt. Seven opened her mouth to say something but Janeway cut her off again.
"Explain," Janeway said. "Explain to me how you- you of all people!- could order a white chocolate mocha! From Neelix no less!" Janeway leaned against the short rail that ran along the raised section of the ready room. Her voice was dangerously low. "There is only one- just one- correct way to drink coffee: Coffee. Black."
Seven blinked. "Ohthankthegalaxy- I thought you had found out about me and Chakotay."
"…What."
"What?"