Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 37: Late Again
Abby

The once golden glow of the candles seems dull now. The shadows in the room stretch longer, a stark

contrast to the beautifully set table, pristine and untouched. The wine, once poured with anticipation,

sits still, a silent witness to my growing anxiety. The aroma of the truffle oil, once intoxicating, now only

serves as a bitter reminder of the love I had poured into preparing for this evening.

The clock on the wall seems to mock me with its relentless ticking, each second stretching into an

eternity. My phone lays idle beside me, and the absence of a call or message from Adam weighs

heavily on my heart.

Trying to ward off the budding dread, I take a deep breath and dial his number. “Maybe he’s stuck in

traffic or something,” I think to myself. “Or, g od forbid, he got into an accident.”

After dialing his number, I hold my phone up to my ear with a shaky hand. The soft hum of the ringtone

echoes in the silence.

After what feels like a lifetime, he answers. The din of background noises hits me instantly—shouts,

laughter, the unmistakable hustle and bustle of his restaurant.

My stomach sinks. He’s working. I should have known better.

“Adam?” My voice quivers slightly.

“Abby? What’s up?”

His casual tone catches me off guard, and I try to steady myself. “What’s up? Seriously? You were

supposed to be here over an hour ago!”

“Oh…right. About that,” he starts, his voice hurried and distracted. “Look, Abby, I got swamped here.

Thought maybe you wouldn’t mind if I sat this one out. You know, have dinner by yourself? You can

save me some leftovers for tomorrow, right?”

Tears pr ick at my eyes, and I feel a twinge of anger. “This wasn’t just about the food, Adam! It was

together, reconnecting. This was

I actually wanted you to follow

on, Abby,” he interrupts. “Don’t make a mountain out of

lip to keep it

Abbs. I didn’t think it would be that big of a deal.

you know?”

when you took me out?” I counter, sarcasm dripping from

“Just like last week, when I

request, might I

angrily. “Be honest with me, Adam,” I say, pinching the bridge

had been able to work that night. It was

restaurant and

almost hear him gritting his teeth on the other end, and it’s a few

gone to work that night, I would have, Abby. You

we

along that he would have rather gone to work that night, but hearing it

like reopening

“Admit it: we had fun. It was

I hiss. “Yeah, the dancing and the

do when we’re together. It’s like… It’s like

me unless you’re

the bustling kitchen coming through his end

I can hear him put his hand over the receiver

it only makes my blood boil even more. It’s like I’m not even

true,” he finally says. “Of course I can be sober around

teeth, not wanting to get into that aspect anymore. I’ve noticed how much Adam likes to

but that’s his own problem to solve, not

hurt from that evening

intimate with me.”

glance around the room, taking in the details—the vibrant colors

the soft evening breeze. It all seemed

few hours ago.

silent again,

“Adam?” I call out.

throat. “I don’t wanna talk about it,” he says quietly. “Sh it happens.

what about us, Adam? What about our relationship?” I

me right now, and I can’t be in two places at once. Can’t

just reschedule?”

Tears stream down my face, and I

How can you even suggest that? I put my heart and soul into tonight. This

can just push