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Michael’s Diner.”
    “Well, then convince some other restaurant to stay open past ten on a Monday night.” Didn’t they have this conversation every week?
    When they reached his car, Lex shifted to stand closer to him as he unlocked his trunk. “So — ”
    “Hey, Kin-Mun, did you catch the Giants’ game the other day?” One of his teammates jogged up, lugging his monstrous bag.
    “No, I saw the highlights on SportsCenter. Did you?”
    “Yeah, I have it saved on Tivo.”
    “Hey, can you burn it onto a DVD for me?”
    “Sure.”
    “Thanks.”
    “See ya.” He and his bag lumbered off.
    Lex wouldn’t be interrupted again. “Kin-Mun, go out on a date with me.” Oops, that sounded kinda like a threat.
    Bushy eyebrows waggled upward, creasing his tanned forehead, reaching for his hairline. “What?”
    “Um . . . would you like to go out on a date with me?”
    “Date? Like in . . .”
    “Date.”
    “Well, we always hang out.”
    “No, I mean, hang out like more than friends.” Man, she hated this kind of DTR stuff. Wait, was this a Define The Relationship discussion? Whoa. This was weird.
    “Um . . .” Kin-Mun scratched the back of his head and looked down at the ground.
    Okay, that was a bad sign, right? No immediate, Oh, that’s something I’ve never thought of before. Sure, let’s try it.
    “Is that it? ‘Um’?”
    “I like being just friends.”
    Aaargh. “Nonono. Not acceptable.” Oops . . . did she say that out loud? Try again. “You’ve never thought of me as anything else? Not even considered it?”
    “You’re like . . . a brother.”
    “A brother? One of the guys?”
    “Yeah.” He started to smile.
    “What am I, genderless?” It came out just short of a screech. Grandma was not correct, she didn’t need bigger breasts to catch a man.
    His smile flitted away. “No. You’re like . . . a sister. Yeah, a sister.”
    Was she really not attractive — No, stop that thinking right there. Don’t be ridiculous. “But I’m not your sister.”
    “Uh . . . no, I guess not.”
    “So why would you think of me as a sister?”
    “I dunno.”
    Lex needed to hit the restart button on this entire conversation. “So why not give it a try?”
    “What?”
    “Dating.”
    “Why?”
    “Why not?”
    As Kin-Mun stood there, Lex could almost see his left-brain logic gears whirling. “Uh . . .”
    “Give me a good reason.”
    “Well . . .” He scratched his head again. “I guess.”
    “Great!”
    Kin-Mun jumped at her exuberance. His smile seemed a little pained. Maybe she had shouted too loud.
    Now to make plans so he couldn’t change his mind. “I’ll email you. We can go out this Saturday night. You’re free, right?”
    “Uh . . .” Gears whirling some more. “Yeah — ”
    “Great! You can take me to FJL.”
    Kin-Mun’s face brightened at the mention of his favorite Italian restaurant. “Okay.”
    “I’ll make reservations. Pick me up at seven.”
    “Okay.”
    Lex walked away. That hadn’t been too bad. He had just needed a little prodding.

FOUR
    Y es, I’ll hold.” Lex loosened her grip on the phone handset.
    “Will you stop pacing? You’re making me nervous.”
    Trish plopped on the orange-and-brown striped couch. “So, Kin Mun’s reluctance doesn’t bother you even a little bit?”
    Trish’s knowing look put Lex’s back up, even as a small part of her whispered, He wasn’t that reluctant, was he? “Can we talk about this later? I’m on the phone.” Lex leaned back in the ancient La-Z-Boy and rested her elbow against the scarred oak side table.
    “You’re not talking to anyone right now.”
    “I’m not going to be distracted by you.”
    “I don’t distract you.”
    “You make me emotional, and I need to be pleasant and calm with Mr. Tomoyoshi.”
    Trish rolled her eyes but shut up.
    “Hello, Lex?”
    Lex turned her attention to the phone. “Hi, Mr. Tomoyoshi.”
    “Haven’t seen you in the restaurant in a while. How are you doing?” The kind,