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

This was about you showing

once, I actually wanted

he interrupts. “Don’t make a mountain

my lip to keep it from quivering.

would be that

you know?”

Like last week, when you took me out?” I counter, sarcasm dripping

last week,

your request, might I

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

if you had been able to work that night.

going out at your restaurant and you had nothing better

teeth on the other end, and it’s a few

work that night, I would have, Abby. You know how important

we still had fun,

all along that he would have

is like reopening

Abbs,” he pr ods. “Admit it: we had

Adam,” I hiss.

do when we’re together. It’s

unless

a moment. The sounds of the bustling kitchen coming

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

only makes my blood

says. “Of course I can be sober

grit my teeth, not wanting to get into that aspect anymore. I’ve noticed

we’re together, but that’s his own problem to solve, not

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

intimate with me.”

details—the vibrant

of the lace curtains from the soft evening breeze. It

few hours ago.

again, this time

“Adam?” I call out.

about it,” he says quietly. “Sh

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

needs me right now, and I can’t

just reschedule?”

straw. Tears stream down my face, and I struggle to

that? I put

you can just push to another