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.”

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

even me

sighs, seemingly torn between anger and

it’ll ever happen. But if you’re so desperate for an

by apologizing to Daisy, the waitress you belittled. And maybe, just

who don’t fit into

burn, a combination of shame and frustration. “Is that what it’ll

“It’s a

figure appears in the doorway. Chloe, her

here?”

tone firm, “Karl was just

comments. Weren’t you, Karl?”

I groan inwardly but nod.

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

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

wasn’t

my throat awkwardly, I start, “Daisy, I… I’m sorry for the

and out

“Got a

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

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

you speak

thoroughly

dancing with mirth. She’s clearly enjoying this a

good here, Karl?”

I mutter, still embarrassed.

can’t help but think

again, it was also about

the courage to apologize to Daisy, I feel a strange

door on my way to the kitchen. Without knocking,

inside.

eyes lift from the paperwork, and she regards

I state, almost challenging her.

plays on her lips, but she remains

help but push further.

little apology

One genuine act of contrition doesn’t erase the past or guarantee

future.”

I muster up some courage. “I’m trying,

soften just a touch, but her voice remains firm.

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

a

on the wall. “Dinner rush should be

Get back to the

reply, “Alright, alright.

her face is stern. “Don’t

…

kitchen is a frenzy of activity, the clang of pots and pans echoing through the