February 12th
The tip of Data's pale forefinger pressed the button that made the chime sound inside the quarters in front of him. His sensitive hearing picked up a muffled "it's open—come in!" on the other side of the door and Data pressed another button on the panel that made the doors swish to the side.
As the android stepped into the room, he noticed the state of his girlfriend's quarters in their usual disarray: clothing littering the floor, empty glasses on the table, her silver flute resting amidst the clutter. He was continuously amazed by the nature of this human's private quarters, but, while he sometimes offered to help her clean up, he never judged her. Jenna had told him that was something she liked about him.
Data looked around the room curiously, expecting to find Jenna somewhere. Since these were her quarters and her voice had answered the door, she must logically be within the rooms. But, despite his attempts, there was no sign of the Starfleet lieutenant.
Data then heard a shuffling coming from his left. He stepped toward the source of the sound expectantly. "Jenna?" he asked.
A blond head popped up from behind a chair. "Oh, hi Data," she said, then bent down and continued doing whatever she was doing.
"Jenna? Do you need my assistance?" the android asked politely, craning his head to try and get a look at what his girlfriend was doing.
Jenna's head popped up again. She smiled. "That's very kind of you Data." She bent back down and sifted through a pile of papers. "I—, ah-ha!" The exuberant cry made Data think she had just found what she was looking for.
Jenna D'Sora stood up, clutching the paper in her hands, strands of hair that had gotten loose from her French braid unsuccessfully blocking the triumphant look on her face. "I found it! Now I can start practicing!"
Data's acute vision picked up the staffs and music notes on the paper. "If you were looking for the Jurriaan Adriessen's 'Sciarada Spagnuola' sheet music, you could have practiced from your PADD." Data gestured to Jenna's PADD that was lying on the table next to a vase of vibrant flowers Data had given her to cheer her up a couple days ago.
"I know, Data, but I don't like that. I prefer to mark notes and practice from paper." Jenna walked over to her flute, which was still lying on the couch, and placed the sheet music next to it. "There! That way I'll be able to find it next time I need it." Data noticed Jenna looked pleased with herself, so he smiled in return.
Jenna was not oblivious to the android's attempts to look pleased for her. She strode over to him, wrapped her arms around his neck amorously, and kissed him. Data kissed back. The intricacies of something so minute as pressing one's lips against another's to evoke a human biological and emotional response never failed to astound the android.
After Jenna pulled away, she asked, "How are you? How was work?"
"I am operating within—" at the look Jenna gave him, Data changed his words. "I am well. Nothing of note happened at work. How are you?" He didn't mention how he had been planning a special Valentine's Day surprise for her—Riker had told him it was supposed to be kept a secret until the big day.
"I'm fine—just got off work. Haven't had time to change out of this uniform yet. I was going to practice my flute but, since you're here, maybe we can meet up with Miles and Keiko at Ten-Fore and have some dinner!"
Data nodded at the suggestion.
"Ok, I'm gonna go get changed; don't move!" Jenna ran off into the next room and started to sift through the piles of clothing on the floor and in her closet to find the right outfit. In the meantime, Data stood still as a statue.