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

I actually wanted you to follow through

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

promised,” I whimper, biting my lip to

that big of a deal. We see each other all

you know?”

when you took me out?” I counter,

now. “Just like last week, when I

your request,

angrily. “Be honest with me, Adam,” I say, pinching the bridge

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

and you

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

to work that night, I would have,

me. But we still had

feel sick. I knew all along that he would have

like

“Admit it: we had fun. It was a good

I hiss. “Yeah, the dancing and the drinks were fun. But

so much to drink, just like you always do when we’re together. It’s like… It’s like

me unless

moment. The sounds of the bustling kitchen coming through

can hear him put his hand over the receiver

my blood boil even more. It’s like

says. “Of course I can be

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

but that’s his own problem to solve, not

the hurt from that evening

intimate with me.”

glance around the room, taking in the details—the vibrant colors of the fresh roses,

sway of the lace curtains from the soft evening

few hours ago.

silent again, this time

“Adam?” I call out.

talk about it,” he says quietly. “Sh it happens.

about us, Adam? What about our relationship?”

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

just reschedule?”

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

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

you can just push to