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

time together, reconnecting. This was about you showing up when

would. Just this once, I actually wanted you to follow through

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

lip to keep it

I didn’t think it would be that big of a

you know?”

last week, when you took me out?”

says, sounding annoyed now. “Just like last week, when

request,

me, Adam,” I say, pinching

able to work that

and

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

to work that night, I would

we still

almost feel sick. I knew all along that he would have rather gone to

is like

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

it wasn’t about just having fun, Adam,” I hiss. “Yeah, the dancing

like you always do when we’re together. It’s like… It’s

me unless you’re

the

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

blood boil even

“Of course I

that aspect anymore.

but that’s his own problem to solve, not

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

intimate with me.”

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

from the soft evening breeze. It

few hours ago.

again, this

“Adam?” I call out.

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

What about our relationship?” I ask, my voice

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

just reschedule?”

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

that? I put my heart and soul into tonight. This

you can just push to