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

Just this once, I actually wanted you to follow

“Don’t make a mountain out of

you promised,” 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

annoyed now. “Just like last week, when I

request,

me, Adam,” I say, pinching the bridge of my

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

out at your restaurant and

gritting his teeth on the other end,

gone to work that night, I would have, Abby. You know how important

me. But we still had fun,

that he would have rather gone to work that

like reopening a

ods. “Admit it: we had fun. It

just having fun, Adam,” I hiss. “Yeah, the dancing and the

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

me unless

the

ears. I think I can hear him

blood boil even more. It’s like I’m not

not true,” he finally says. “Of course I

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

that’s his own problem to solve, not

the hurt from

intimate with me.”

room, taking in the details—the vibrant colors

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

few hours ago.

again, this time for

“Adam?” I call out.

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

us, Adam? What about our relationship?” I ask, my voice

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

just reschedule?”

final straw. Tears stream down my face, and I

How can you even suggest that? I put my

can just push to another