Camy Tang - Sushi for One?

Maybe she’d do that. Things weren’t really so bad. Good thing she still lived at home.

“Dad, I’m home.” She slammed the front door and juggled her keys with her sticky folio and the old T-shirts from her trunk. She had sat on them to protect the rental car seat from the chemicals peeling the skin off her butt.

“Dad?” She kicked off her shoes and went to open the garage door. She tossed the T-shirts to the ground in front of the washer.

“Where are you?” She moved into the hallway toward her room.

He rounded the corner and jolted as he saw her. “Lex! You’re home early.”

“Not really.” She eyed the cordless phone clutched in his hand.

“Who called?”

“Nobody. What happened to your clothes?”

Lex pressed a hand to her temple. “I separated a lady and her coffee. I better go change.” Her skirt felt cold, wrinkled, and tight against her legs.

“Uh… Lex.” He scratched the top of his head.

Her sixth sense snapped to attention. “What, Dad?”

“I, uh… got laid off today.”

“What? Oh, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s more like early retirement.” He played with the edge of his button-down shirt.

Both of them were now unemployed. “Are we going to be okay?

Lay it all out right now. No pussy-footing.”

“No, we’ll be okay. I’ll be able to do some consulting with other air-conditioning companies in the area. And you’ll get another job soon, right?”

“Yeah.” Maybe that jibe to Everett about Starbucks wasn’t so far off. She’d go to Jennifer’s house – Lex wasn’t the only one still living at home – and use her parents’ high-speed Internet to check for jobs.

“How did the interview go?”

“Great.” Lex walked into her bedroom. “I made a great impression.”

On Friday night, Aiden walked into the gym and was engulfed by the echoing booms of volleyballs slamming against the wooden floor as players warmed up. He found Jill, the woman he’d talked to about joining the recreational volleyball club.

“Hey, Aiden. Ready to play?” Her bright smile reassured him.

He glanced at some of the players on a hitting line. Their grace and rhythm as they leaped and hit the arcing balls was leagues above the people from his community college volleyball class. “Does my team know I only started learning?”

“Oh, yeah – I’m your team captain. You’re replacing a fourth round guy. Don’t worry about it.” Jill gestured toward the middle court. “Let’s head over there.”

Aiden adjusted his gym bag across his chest and approached the court, where four other Asian players peppered the ball back and forth to warm up.

Jill pointed to the folded bleachers on the back wall. “Get your shoes on and I’ll introduce you to the team.”

He dropped his bag on the floor near the bleachers and sat down to change into his volleyball shoes. He stretched a bit and looked around at the other players.

Most were more experienced than he was – some significantly so – but he noticed a few players, both girls and guys, who were about his level. His shoulders relaxed. Each team seemed to have at least a couple strong players and a couple weak ones.

A familiar feminine voice. “Hey Jill, warm up with me.” A slim figure darted onto the middle court.

No way. Maybe God wanted to punish him for not believing in Him or something. Maybe for talking about church to Lex with such derision in his thoughts. Because there she was, on his team.

Her excellent form marked her as one of the best players on the court. She not only set with fluid movements, strong and precise like a dancer, but she also glowed with inner confidence, evident in the calm expression on her face, the way she focused on the next ball thrown at her to set.

He knew she’d be on his team even before Jill beckoned him over. “Lex, this is Aiden. He’s replacing Neal. Why don’t you warm up with him?”

The dampening look in her dark eyes could have extinguished grass fires.

He bristled, although he kept his face cool and impassive. However, he wasn’t a doormat, and this snobby player wasn’t going to intimidate him. “Gee, contain your excitement.” He tossed the ball to her.

She gave him a startled look as she bumped it back to him with amazing precision. His return wasn’t bad – just not as good as hers.

“You’re not bad.” It came grudgingly out of her mouth.

“I’m taking classes at the community college because someone told me to learn proper form.”

Her face flushed as pink as a lollipop, starting from her neck and creeping up to her hairline, but she didn’t respond.

After they bumped a few minutes, he took a few hits on the hitting line. He tossed the ball to a short Asian girl – he thought her name was Carol – and then took his first approach. He sailed through the air, opened up his chest, then swung at the ball that seemed to float in front of him.

Wham! It sailed so far out of the court that it hit the base of the folded bleachers on the far wall. Well, at least he’d hit the ball squarely and hadn’t flubbed it.

A piercing whistle cut through the hitting practice. “Let’s get started!” The ref – a player from the third team playing on the middle court that night – swung his whistle from the cord around his neck and leaned against one of the net poles.

Lex walked up to the net and called to a tall Asian guy on the other team. “Hey Kin-Mun, sure you’re not too sore from last week?”

His smile exuded testosterone. “Nope. I must be a bus driver ’cuz I’m ready to take you to school!”

Lex laughed. “You’re easy. I can pick up anything you hit at me.”

“Wanna bet a pizza on it?”

She held out a fist, and they bumped knuckles. “You’re on. Loser buys.”

In the team circle, Jill introduced the other players. Carol leaned close to whisper to him. “Watch out. Lex is going to be intense this game ’cuz she’s playing against Kin-Mun.”

“Is he her boyfriend?” Aiden had heard bad tales about significant others playing against each other. Not that he cared if Kin-Mun was Lex’s boyfriend. Nope, he didn’t care at all.

“Naw, they’ve been friends forever. If they haven’t dated by now, they never will.”

“Aiden, you know coed rotation, right?” Jill asked.

Everyone stared at him. It seemed like people were holding their breath. “Uh… sort of.”

“Define ‘sort of.’ ” Lex looked at him hard.

“My class instructor explained it to us, but I’ve never played it.”

Lex groaned and looked at the ceiling. The other players were more restrained.

Jill laughed. “Well, we’ll try it. We’ll tell you where to go.”

They set up with Aiden in middle back – the easiest position for a guy in coed rotation – so he could watch how the other guys moved in the complex pattern. Except it stuck him in the prime passing zone.

He shanked the first serve. However, Lex – the front-row setter -raced down his high, wide pass and made a brilliant set to their strong side hitter, who slammed a line drive past Kin-Mun’s three-story-tall block.

“Haa!” Lex heckled Kin-Mun under the net. He made a face at her.

The game continued with the two scores neck and neck. Lex dove and rolled. She screamed possession as she ran down shanked passes or blocked hits. She became a blazing fireball on the court.

Stop watching her. And stop liking it.

Just observing her made him step up his game. He dove for balls.

He became more territorial when passing. His passes marginally improved.

“Game point!” The ref signaled the serve.

Lex served. Kin-Mun, in the front row, passed the ball and then set up for a hit. Aiden leaped to block…