Mei met Tim at a company softball game. She stood, one foot on third base, her glove poised to catch Jason’s throw from right field, when Tim slid into her. She fell on top of him, smashing her nose into his chest.

“Safe!” the umpire yelled. Tim grinned crookedly at her, apologized, and helped her to her feet.

She touched her nose. Blood ran from one nostril.

Just before he sprinted for homeplate, Tim glanced at her and said, “Don’t worry. You’re still beautiful.”

Mei missed the crack of the bat and the softball that bounced between her legs.