When Hikaru Sulu got to the botany lab the next afternoon, he was planning on some peace and quiet. What he got was totally the opposite.
"Pssst! Over here!" Hissed Gaila through a bush.
"Oh, hey," he said, sticking his hands into his pockets and making his way over through the rows of plants. "What's up, Gaila?"
"Ooooh, just the usual," Gaila smirked, "I have a proposition to make." She paused for his reaction.
"Yes?" He asked, a bit wary of Gaila and her propositions.
"One hour of free exobiology tutoring, and I'll tell you something you really, really wanna know."
"Gaila, I don't know. Unless its really good... I have lots of things to do. Exams, botany..."
"Staring at hot guys walking by, pining after a certain young navigator..."
"Wait, what? How do you know?"
"Ooooh, I just...know... things." Said Gaila with an even smugger smirk.
"Gaila. How about you tell me and then I'll help you out. Cadet's honor."
"Ooh, okay." Gaila said. "We're all alone, right? We wouldn't want this juicy little secret getting out to the academy gossips, would we...Hikaru?"
He swallowed audibly and glanced around.
"There's a good spot by the Melvarian creepers," he said, "we can talk there."
Gaila smirked. She had hooked up with somebody there in her first year at the academy. Obviously Sulu didn't know, or did anybody else, but she thought it was wasted as a secret conversation spot.
"So, Hikaru," she said, settling down on the moss and bemoaning the fact that her heels were going to get stuck, "on a scale of impulse to Warp 9, how much are you into Pavel Chekov?"