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

between us is still fresh in my mind, the way

angrily since I told him that I couldn’t have sex with

momentarily lost in thought. When he speaks, his voice is filled

a fan of surprises, but I can’t bear to

not you. Let

only by his words but the genuineness in his

other day?”

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

words. “…Doing something

heart. “Fine, but only if

replacing the annoyance in them. “Wouldn’t dream

quickly and then moves to stand beside me. With

adding just the right amount of cocoa

luscious.

a blend of teamwork and teasing. There’s an unexpected ease between

laugh at each other’s quips and focus

mold, and it’s slid

my flour-covered hands on my

full of flour.

process what he means, a cloud of white powder is flung at me,

the tip of my nose. I stare at Karl

giving way to

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

lips betray me.

a deep, infectious

up a generous handful of flour and,

it right at

The flour smacks him square

second, the kitchen is shrouded in silence—then both of us erupt

laughter.

and before we know it,

of white powder fly in every direction,

everywhere.

chaotic, but it’s also… freeing.

back in time.

of our old shared kitchen resurface—of simpler times when

the floor. And then, almost always, laughter

intimate closeness.

sudden warmth fills my cheeks as flashes

the reminiscing threatening to reveal emotions I’ve

to keep at

the cake’s baking time is nearly up. “Okay, okay! Truce!”

hands raised in surrender.

to toe in flour, grins. “Fine,

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