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 up when

wanted

make a

I whimper, biting my lip to

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

you know?”

you took me out?” I

“Just like last week, when

request, might I

with me, Adam,” I say, pinching

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

and you had nothing better

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

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

But we still

knew all along that he would have rather gone to

is like reopening

Abbs,” he pr ods. “Admit it: we had fun. It

I hiss. “Yeah, the dancing and

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

unless

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

I can hear him put his hand over the receiver

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

finally says. “Of course I can

that aspect anymore. I’ve noticed

together, but that’s his own problem to solve,

hurt

intimate with me.”

details—the vibrant colors of the fresh

sway of the lace curtains from the soft evening breeze. It

few hours ago.

again, this time

“Adam?” I call out.

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

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

right now, and I can’t be in two

just reschedule?”

straw. Tears stream down my face, and

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

you can just push to another