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

together, reconnecting. This was about you showing up

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

he interrupts. “Don’t make a mountain out

you promised,” I whimper, biting my lip

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

you know?”

took me

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

request, might I

I say,

been able to work that night. It was only because of

at your restaurant and you had

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

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

is to me. But we still

he would have rather gone to work that night, but hearing

is like

Abbs,” he pr ods. “Admit it: we had

Adam,” I hiss. “Yeah, the dancing and

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

me unless you’re

sounds of the bustling kitchen coming

in my ears. I think I can hear him

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

not true,” he finally says. “Of course I can be sober around

into that

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

hurt from that evening flooding back.

intimate with me.”

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

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

few hours ago.

is silent again, this time for

“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

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

just reschedule?”

straw. Tears stream down my

put my

you can just push to another