Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Chapter 53

#Chapter 53: A Mess To Clean
Abby

The sun’s barely peeking over the h o rizon as I pull open the door to the restaurant.

I can already feel the hustle of a new day, the potential for a fresh start. Walking in, I expect the familiar

comfort of an empty space, but I’m met instead with Ethan’s brooding form. His jaw is set tight, his

brow furrowed.

He doesn’t look up as I approach.

“Morning,” I greet cautiously, sensing the tension in the air.

He sighs heavily. “Abby… What the hell happened here last night?”

Confused, I follow his gaze. The kitchen. Oh no. My heart ski ps a beat as memories of last night flood

back. The cooking. The laughter. The… moment with Karl.

“What do you mean?” I manage to ask, feigning ignorance.

Ethan’s eyes fix on me, and I can see his irritation. “I’ll show you.” Without waiting for a reply, he leads

me into the disaster zone that is the kitchen.

Every counter is smeared with remnants of our late-night feast. Pots and pans are sc at tered

everywhere, some still containing leftover food. The sight makes my stomach churn with guilt. How

could I have been so careless?

I feel the heat rise to my cheeks. “I… I was working late last night. Got hungry and…” I trail off, trying to

find a good excuse, but words fail me.

Ethan just raises an eyebrow, his expression demanding more.

“And… I forgot to clean up,” I finish lamely, avoiding his gaze.

A beat of silence. Then, “Forgot?” His tone is sharp, filled with disbelief.

My mind races. If he even catches a hint of what transpired with Karl, rumors would spread like wildfire,

jeopardizing not only my reputation but potentially the restaurant’s as well.

“I was exhausted,” I murmur.

His eyes scan the kitchen, lingering on a particular spot on the counter, and my heart races. That’s

I shake my head

I roll up my sleeves. “I’ll clean this up, Ethan.

down to annoyance. “Just… be more careful, Abby. This isn’t

grimly. But all I say is, “I

mess—both the literal one in the kitchen and the

the counters, my mind can’t help but drift back to last

To Karl.

spot I clean, every dish I wash, feels like an echo of his

laughter, the touch of

need to stop this. Last night was a mistake. An indiscretion borne out of nostalgia

shouldn’t be thinking about him

I try to erase not

confusion. The longing.

thoughts, cleaning

counters and organized tools. I wish it

sort out my emotions.

the same one where Karl and I

feelings raw. But this is

I push away from the counter, reminding myself of my responsibilities, the

restaurant, and the promises I made to

focus on the present, not get

…

half-drawn blinds, casting soft golden beams onto my desk as I

restaurant’s monthly earnings. There’s a particular rhythm to the mornings here,

outside my office

knock, crisp and

expecting to see

door swings open to reveal a

an air of

He extends a hand, introducing himself. “You’re

restaurant?”

expecting any health

smiles. “I’m

shake his offered hand, slightly taken aback

had an appointment. How can

preamble, he begins, “I represent the

surprise, but your restaurant has garnered quite the

gathering. It’s where deals are struck and

and fine

it’s where I promised to go on that

to grasp why a representative from the

modest office.

establishments in this city, yours stands

are among the four finalists we’re

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