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.”

I straighten up. “How will I ever get you to love me again,

even me by

seemingly torn between anger

But if you’re so

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

women who don’t fit into your

combination of shame and frustration. “Is that

shrugs. “It’s a

Chloe, her face pinched with concern. “Is everything okay

here?”

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

comments. Weren’t you, Karl?”

inwardly but nod.

arches an eyebrow, clearly surprised. “Alright then,”

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

clearly wasn’t

awkwardly, I start, “Daisy, I… I’m sorry for

out of

clearly amused. “Got a good

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

“Well, thanks

speak next time,

nod, thoroughly

chuckle, her eyes dancing with mirth. She’s clearly enjoying this a bit too much.

good here, Karl?”

I mutter, still embarrassed. “I’m

way back to the kitchen, I can’t help but think about Abby. It wasn’t just

again, it was also about being a better man. For

courage to apologize to Daisy, I feel a strange sense of elation.

myself back at Abby’s office door

inside.

lift from the paperwork,

state, almost challenging her. “Just like

faint smile plays on her lips, but she remains composed.

push further. “So, do you forgive

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

to go. One genuine act of contrition doesn’t

future.”

hard, I muster up some

a touch, but her voice remains firm.

your actions and show consistent effort. Only

nod, absorbing her words. It’s a

attention shifts to the clock on the wall. “Dinner rush should be

Get back to

reply, “Alright, alright. I’m

smirks a bit, but her face

…

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