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

this once, I actually wanted you to follow through with

“Don’t make a mountain out of

whimper, biting my lip

would be that big of a deal. We see

you know?”

took me out?” I counter, sarcasm dripping from

now. “Just like last week, when I took you out

request, might I

with me, Adam,” I say, pinching the bridge

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

and

can almost hear him gritting his teeth on the

that night, I would

But we still

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

like

we had fun. It was

Adam,” I hiss. “Yeah, the dancing

drink, just like you always do when

unless

the bustling kitchen coming through his

a cacophony in my ears. I think I can hear him put his hand over the receiver

to someone else, and it only makes my blood boil even more. It’s like I’m not even

says. “Of course I can

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

that’s his own problem to

that, you…” I hesitate, the hurt from that

intimate with me.”

taking in the details—the vibrant colors

curtains from the soft evening

few hours ago.

is silent again, this

“Adam?” I call out.

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

about us, Adam? What about our relationship?” I ask, my voice catching in my

now, and I can’t

just reschedule?”

nonchalant attitude is the final straw. Tears stream down my

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

just push