Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 48: Apologies
Karl

Surrounded by the familiar hustle and bustle of the restaurant, I steal glances at Abby from behind the

dishwashing station. She’s busy overseeing the lunch rush, offering a smile to a customer here and a

kind word to an employee there. From the outside, she appears so composed, as if nothing could break

her stride.

My source had informed me earlier: Adam kept his word and broke up with Abby after all.

If that’s true, Abby seems to be hiding it well. Or maybe she doesn’t feel as upset as I thought she

would.

This could be a good thing. Maybe I won’t need to wait as long to make my move.

Lost in thought, I find myself wandering to her office during a slow point in the evening, just before the

dinner rush. The door is ajar, and I can see her leaning over some paperwork. Summoning some

courage, I push it open fully and walk in.

She looks up, momentarily startled. “Karl? What are you doing here?”

“Checking on you,” I answer with a smirk, trying to inject some flirtation into my voice. “Heard you’re

single again.”

Her brows furrow, and she immediately stiffens. “And what if I am?” she challenges, her tone sharp.

“It’s none of your business.”

I lean against the doorway, trying to appear casual. “Thought maybe…” I trail off suggestively, tilting my

head and attempting a playful grin. “Maybe this is our chance.”

She pushes herself away from the desk, standing up abruptly. “Don’t, Karl. Just because I’m single now

doesn’t mean I’m open to… whatever it is you’re suggesting.”

Abby’s words are harsh, but I can see right through them. The way that her cheeks turn red when she

looks at me, the way her chest heaves ever so slightly. “C’mon, Abby,” I murmur, striding toward her.

“We’ve missed each other for so long. You know it’s inevitable that we get back together. Why not

now?”

For a moment, Abby and I are standing incredibly close. She smells like ci nnamon, and she’s got a fine

layer of lipgloss on. I could kiss her right now.

But before I can, she shoves me away. “F uck off, Karl. I’m not interested.”

“How will I ever get you to love me again, Abby?”

even me

sighs, seemingly torn

happen. But if you’re so desperate for an answer…”

a deep breath. “Start by apologizing to Daisy, the waitress you belittled. And maybe, just

you view women who

shame

“It’s a

appears in the doorway. Chloe, her face pinched with

here?”

tone firm, “Karl was just about to apologize to Daisy

comments. Weren’t you, Karl?”

cornered, I groan inwardly

clearly surprised. “Alright then,” she says, leading the way.

down tables. As we approach, she looks up, her

clearly wasn’t expecting

awkwardly, I start, “Daisy, I… I’m sorry for the way I spoke to

out of

smirks, clearly amused. “Got a good scolding from Abby, did

turns a deeper shade of red. “It’s not about

up and down. “Well, thanks for the apology, I guess. But maybe

you speak next time,

thoroughly

with mirth.

good here, Karl?”

still embarrassed.

we make our way back to the kitchen, I can’t help but

was also about being a better man. For her.

to Daisy, I feel

myself back at Abby’s office door on my way to the kitchen.

inside.

lift from the paperwork, and

apologized to Daisy,” I state, almost challenging her. “Just

faint smile plays on her lips,

can’t help but push further. “So, do you

“Karl, one little apology isn’t

long way to go. One genuine act of

future.”

hard, I muster up some courage. “I’m

just a touch, but her voice remains firm. “Trying

your actions and show consistent effort.

absorbing her words. It’s a hard

the wall. “Dinner rush should be starting soon. We need

back to the

slightly, I reply, “Alright, alright. I’m

her face is stern. “Don’t cause any

…

frenzy of activity, the clang of pots and pans echoing through the air, and