"Data, I feel ridiculous. Are you sure people used to do this for fun?"

He nods. "I have read that rollerskating was a popular activity among humans in the twentieth century. After a bit of research, I thought perhaps it might make an enjoyable date for us."

Tasha reaches up to give his cheek an affectionate pat, her other arm clinging to the wall rail. "I'm sure it'll be fun, I've just got to figure out how the hell this works."

He proffers an arm and she shakes her head in reply. "I want to see if I can do it by myself, first."

A shrug. "As you wish."

She cautiously lets her hand drop from the rail, stands up straight. "Well, so far so good."

She moves her right foot forward and immediately loses balance, falling right into Data's waiting arms.

"Glad to see you've got a lot of confidence in me," she mumbles.

"Are you sure you do not want my assistance, Tasha?"

The sound of his voice so close to her ear sends that familiar flutter to her stomach, and for a second she almost lets him help her. Then her stubbornness takes hold and she jabs him with her elbow. "I haven't even done anything yet."

He sighs as he sets her back on her feet. "Very well."

"Okay, I can do this. I just need a few minutes get the hang of it," she says, not sure if she's trying to convince herself or Data.

A deep breath. One foot forward. Then the other. It's slow and awkward and she's sure she looks like an idiot, but she begins to make her way around the rink, Data trailing a few feet behind her.

A smile spreads across her face and she laughs excitedly. "Told you I could do it."

"I never doubted you," he replies matter-of-factly.

"Alright, I'm going to try to pick up some speed."

"Tasha, please be care—"

She falls forward and flat on her face.

A few quick strides and Data is at her side, a hand on her shoulder. "Are you hurt?"

"Me? No. My dignity, on the other hand," she breathes.

He pulls her upright and dusts her off. An amused smile tugs at the corner of his mouth as he brushes wayward locks of hair from her forehead. "I did attempt to warn you to be careful."

She returns his smile with one of her own. "How did I get so lucky to get a guy like you?"

His head tilts to the right, lips part slightly. "On the contrary," he states, "I believe I am the lucky one."

Tasha leans forward, presses a light kiss to his lips.

That little smile of his returns as he holds out his arm. "Shall we?"

This time she accepts his invitation and they set off at a slow pace, her arms wrapped in a vice-like grip around his.

"I will not let you fall, Tasha."

"I know you won't, Data." Her head falls to rest on his shoulder, she grips his arm a little tighter. "I know you won't."