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

reconnecting. This

I actually wanted you

he interrupts. “Don’t make a

you promised,” I whimper, biting my lip to keep it

that big of a deal. We see each other all the

you know?”

last week, when you took me out?” I counter,

now. “Just like last week, when

request, might I

me, Adam,” I say, pinching the bridge of my nose in annoyance,

with me if you had been able to work

your restaurant and

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

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

But we still had fun,

he would have rather gone to work that

like

it: we had fun. It was

fun, Adam,” I hiss. “Yeah, the dancing

so much to drink, just like you always do when we’re together. It’s like… It’s like you can’t

me unless

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

I think I can hear him put his hand over the receiver

my blood boil even more. It’s

finally says. “Of course I can be

teeth, not wanting to get into that aspect

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

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

intimate with me.”

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

of the lace curtains from the soft evening breeze. It

few hours ago.

is silent again, this

“Adam?” I call out.

about it,” he says quietly. “Sh it happens. I’m

about our relationship?”

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

just reschedule?”

the final straw. Tears stream

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

just push to another