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

spending time together, reconnecting. This was about you

I actually wanted you to

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

lip to keep it from

didn’t think it would be that

you know?”

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

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

your request,

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

had been able to work that night.

at your restaurant and

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

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

But we still had

I knew all along that he would have rather gone to work

is like reopening a

he pr ods. “Admit it: we had fun. It

fun, Adam,” I hiss. “Yeah, the dancing and the

drink, just like you always do when we’re together. It’s like… It’s like you can’t even

unless you’re

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

like a cacophony in my ears. I think I can hear him put

and it only makes my blood boil even more.

“Of course

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

we’re together, but that’s his own problem to

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

intimate with me.”

details—the vibrant

curtains from the soft evening breeze. It all seemed

few hours ago.

is silent again, this

“Adam?” I call out.

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

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

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

just reschedule?”

nonchalant attitude is the final straw. Tears stream down my face, and

How can you even suggest that? I put my heart and

can just push