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

about spending time together, reconnecting. This was

I actually wanted you to

interrupts. “Don’t make a mountain

I whimper, biting my lip to keep it from quivering. “You promised,

sighs. “I’m sorry, Abbs. I didn’t think it would be that big of a deal. We see each

you know?”

took me out?” I counter, sarcasm

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

your request, might

say, pinching the bridge of my nose in annoyance,

able to work

at your restaurant and you

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

could have gone to work that night, I

we still had fun, didn’t

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

like reopening

we had fun. It was a

hiss.

to drink, just like you always do when

unless

pauses for a moment. The sounds of the bustling

my ears. I think I can hear him put his hand over the receiver

and it only makes my blood boil even more.

“Of course I

get into that aspect anymore. I’ve

his own problem

I hesitate, the hurt from that evening

intimate with me.”

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

lace curtains from the soft evening breeze. It all

few hours ago.

silent again,

“Adam?” I call out.

about it,”

about our relationship?” I ask, my voice catching

me right now, and I can’t be in two places at once.

just reschedule?”

straw. Tears stream down

suggest that? I put my

you can just push