Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Chapter 48

#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.”

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

even me by

sighs, seemingly torn between anger

Karl? I don’t think it’ll ever happen. But if you’re so desperate for an

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

who don’t fit into your mold

of shame and frustration. “Is that

“It’s a

doorway. Chloe, her

here?”

tone firm, “Karl was just about

comments. Weren’t you, Karl?”

inwardly but nod. “Yeah, I

an eyebrow, clearly surprised. “Alright then,” she says,

tables. As we approach, she looks up,

clearly wasn’t

sorry

out of

clearly amused. “Got a good

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

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

speak

thoroughly chastised. “I

dancing with mirth. She’s clearly enjoying

good here, Karl?”

still embarrassed.

I can’t help but think about Abby. It wasn’t just about

it was also about being

Daisy, I feel a strange sense of elation.

I find myself back at Abby’s office door on my way to the kitchen. Without knocking, I

inside.

paperwork, and she

apologized to Daisy,” I state, almost challenging

plays on her

help but push further. “So, do you forgive

one little apology isn’t

go. One genuine act

future.”

up some courage. “I’m trying,

her voice remains firm.

and show consistent effort. Only then will

It’s a hard truth to swallow, but

the clock on the wall. “Dinner

Get back

slightly, I reply,

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

…

kitchen is a frenzy of activity, the clang of pots

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