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

us, about spending time together, reconnecting. This was about you showing

wanted you to follow through with

make a mountain out of

I whimper, biting my lip to keep it from quivering.

sorry, Abbs. I didn’t think it would be that

you know?”

me out?” I counter, sarcasm dripping from

last week, when I took you

request,

me, Adam,” I say, pinching the bridge of my

me if you had been able to work that night. It was only

your restaurant and

teeth on the other end, and

“If I could have gone to work that night, I

me. But we still had

along that he would have rather

is like

it: we had fun. It was

about just having fun, Adam,” I hiss. “Yeah, the

do when we’re together.

me unless you’re

pauses for a moment. The sounds of the bustling kitchen coming through his end of the

think I can hear him put

blood boil even more. It’s like I’m

true,” he finally says. “Of

get into that aspect anymore. I’ve noticed how much Adam

that’s his own problem to solve, not

the hurt from that evening flooding back. “You

intimate with me.”

the room, taking in the details—the vibrant colors

sway of the lace curtains from the soft evening

few hours ago.

is silent again, this time

“Adam?” I call out.

clears his throat. “I don’t wanna talk about it,”

relationship?” I

Abby. But my restaurant needs me right now, and I can’t be in two places at once.

just reschedule?”

Tears stream down

suggest that? I put my heart

can just push to another