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 vulnerability in

even me

sighs, seemingly torn

think it’ll ever happen. But if you’re so desperate for an answer…” She

by apologizing to Daisy, the

women who don’t fit into

combination of shame and frustration.

“It’s a

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

here?”

just

comments. Weren’t you, Karl?”

inwardly but nod. “Yeah, I

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

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

wasn’t

sorry for the way I spoke to you. It

out

smirks, clearly amused. “Got a good scolding from Abby,

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

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

speak next

thoroughly chastised.

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

good here, Karl?”

mutter, still embarrassed. “I’m

to the kitchen, I can’t help but think

was also about being

mustered the courage to apologize to Daisy, I feel a strange sense of elation. Fueled by

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

inside.

from the paperwork, and she regards me c

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

on her lips, but

push further. “So, do you forgive

intense. “Karl, one little apology isn’t

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

future.”

hard, I muster up some

her voice remains firm. “Trying isn’t enough. You

effort. Only then will anyone

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

“Dinner rush should

back

reply,

but her face is stern. “Don’t cause

…

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