Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 55: Flour Fight
Abby

The ambiance of the restaurant after hours is one of muted stillness, a stark contrast to its bustling

daytime persona.

I absolutely cherish these moments, where the world seems to fade, and it’s just me and my culinary

creations.

Tonight, it’s not about a new dish or preparation for the next day’s service, nor is it even about the

upcoming cookoff for the Alpha party competition.

Instead, it’s personal. Chloe’s birthday is tomorrow, and there’s no way I’m going to let it slide without a

special treat. Hence, the covert operation: baking her a surprise birthday cake and finalizing our party

plans.

The ingredients lay sprawled on the counter: flour, sugar, eggs, chocolate, vanilla extract, and a myriad

of decorations. I’ve decided on a red velvet cake with cream cheese frosting—her absolute favorite.

As I start mixing the batter, a shadow unexpectedly looms over me.

Startled, I nearly drop the whisk. Turning around, I’m met with the piercing gaze of Karl. He stands

there, his arms crossed, a mixture of annoyance and curiosity evident in his brown eyes.

“Karl!” I exclaim, caught off guard. “What are you doing here? It’s late. You scared me half to death.”

He arches a brow. “Could say the same about you.”

Flustered, I reply, “I could ask you to leave since I literally own the place.”

His smirk is both infuriating and charming at the same time. “Trying to pull rank on me, Abby? Really?”

“Well, what do you want?” I sigh, not in the mood for his banter, especially given our recent encounter.

Instead of answering, he glances down at the mess on the counter, then back to me, eyes softening a

little.

“Baking a cake, huh?”

I nod, rolling my eyes. “Observant, aren’t we?”

“I can help,” he offers, surprisingly sincere.

“With the way you reacted the other day? I think I’m good, thanks,” I respond, a little sharper than

of the recent confusion between us is still

out angrily since I told him that

When he speaks, his voice is filled with a

of surprises, but I can’t bear to see someone struggling

not you. Let

aback, not only by his words but the genuineness in his gaze. “You’re not

other day?”

sighs, running a hand through his hair. “A bit, yeah. But

for the right words. “…Doing

voice warms my heart. “Fine, but

replacing the

moves to stand beside me. With deft hands, he helps

amount of cocoa powder. The batter comes together beautifully, velvety

luscious.

the next hour, it’s a blend of teamwork and

each

the batter is poured into a mold, and it’s slid into the

flour-covered hands on my

a cupped hand full of flour. “How about a little fun while

of white powder is

clinging to my hair, eyelashes, and the tip of my nose. I stare at Karl in wide-eyed disbelief,

shock giving way

I shriek, both shocked and amused. I look at him, my expression

betray me.

laughter fills the room, a deep, infectious sound. “Bring it

of

right at

comically slow. The flour smacks him square

kitchen is shrouded in silence—then both of us erupt

laughter.

becomes two, two becomes four, and before we know it, we’re engaged in

white powder fly in every direction, settling

everywhere.

madness, it’s chaotic, but it’s also… freeing. As we

back in time.

simpler times when we used to

fights and end up laughing on the floor. And

intimate closeness.

as flashes

me. I quickly turn away, the reminiscing

trying to keep

cake’s baking time is nearly up. “Okay,

hands raised in surrender.

in flour, grins. “Fine, truce. But only

gesture at the utter mess we’ve made. “Look at this! Now, who’s