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

torn between

happen. But if

“Start by apologizing to Daisy, the waitress

who don’t fit into your

combination of shame and frustration.

“It’s a

in the doorway. Chloe, her face pinched with concern. “Is everything

here?”

begins, her tone firm, “Karl was just about to apologize to Daisy for his

comments. Weren’t you, Karl?”

I groan inwardly but nod.

clearly surprised. “Alright then,”

front, wiping down tables. As we approach, she looks up, her gaze immediately

wasn’t

I start, “Daisy, I… I’m sorry for the way I spoke to you. It

and out

a good scolding

of red. “It’s not about that. I genuinely

looking me up and down. “Well, thanks

you speak next time,

nod, thoroughly

chuckle, her eyes dancing with mirth. She’s clearly enjoying this

good here, Karl?”

mutter, still embarrassed. “I’m

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

was also about being a better man. For her.

I feel a strange sense of elation. Fueled by

myself back at Abby’s office door

inside.

lift from the paperwork, and she regards me c

state, almost

faint smile plays on her lips, but she remains

push further. “So, do you forgive

me, her gaze intense. “Karl, one little apology isn’t going to bridge the gap

way to go. One genuine act of contrition doesn’t erase the past

future.”

muster up some

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

on your actions and show consistent effort. Only then will anyone

a hard

on the wall. “Dinner rush should be starting

back

reply,

smirks a bit, but her face is stern. “Don’t cause

…

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