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.”

get you to love me

me by

seemingly torn

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

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

view women who don’t fit into

shame and frustration. “Is that what it’ll

shrugs. “It’s a

the doorway. Chloe, her

here?”

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

comments. Weren’t you, Karl?”

inwardly but nod. “Yeah, I

“Alright then,”

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

clearly wasn’t

I start, “Daisy, I… I’m sorry for the

out of

a good

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

looking me up and down. “Well, thanks

speak next time,

thoroughly chastised. “I

with mirth. She’s clearly

good here, Karl?”

I mutter, still

way back to the kitchen, I can’t help but think about

me again, it was also about being a better

the courage to apologize to Daisy, I feel a

find myself back at Abby’s office door on my way

inside.

eyes lift from the paperwork,

Daisy,” I state, almost challenging her. “Just like

smile plays on her lips,

push further.

one little apology isn’t going to bridge the gap

long way to go. One genuine act of contrition doesn’t

future.”

up some

just a touch, but her voice remains firm. “Trying isn’t

consistent effort. Only then will anyone take you

her words. It’s a hard truth to swallow, but

shifts to the clock on the wall. “Dinner rush should be starting soon. We need all

back to

reply, “Alright, alright.

smirks a bit, but her face is stern.

…

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