Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 65: Apologies
The aroma of freshly baked bread and simmering tomato sauce fills the air as I sit at my desk,

reviewing the inventory for the week.

It’s still early in the day, but the restaurant has already started to come alive. My eyes flit over numbers

and figures, but my thoughts keep drifting to the chaos of last night—Karl, John, Ethan, and that cook-

off looming in the future like a beacon of both opportunity and uncertainty.

As I’m about to turn my attention to the newly arrived email from Calvin, there’s a soft knock on my

door. “Come in,” I call out, hoping it’s not another crisis that needs immediate attention.

The door opens, and it’s John, looking a little sheepish. “Hey, Abby, you got a minute?”

I nod, gesturing for him to take a seat. “Sure, what’s on your mind?”

He hesitates, choosing his words carefully. “Look, about last night—I lost my cool, and I shouldn’t have

said what I did. I was…riled up, and I didn’t mean it. It was a long evening.”

I eye him skeptically, remembering his cutting remarks and confrontational demeanor. “You think?”

He winces. “I do. And I’m sorry. If you’re willing to forgive an old dog for his foolishness, I promise I’ll

train Karl properly and be more respectful. To everyone.”

The sincerity in his voice tips the balance for me. We’ve been through a lot, John and I, and though

he’s far from perfect, he’s an important part of this restaurant’s soul.

“Alright,” I say, extending my hand across the desk. “Apology accepted. Let’s move on and make this a

great place for everyone. Deal?”

“Deal,” he agrees, shaking my hand firmly.

“Great. Let’s get back out there; dinner service won’t prep itself,” I say, and we both stand to head back

to the kitchen.

As the door swings shut behind him, I can’t help but feel a small sense of relief. One hurdle cleared, but

still so many more to go.

…

The evening begins like any other, the staff bustling around the kitchen as orders start pouring in.

But there’s a palpable change in the atmosphere. John’s tone is softer, more instructive, less caustic. I

see him explaining the finer points of sauce reduction to Karl, who listens intently. My eyes meet John’s

for a moment, and he gives me a nod.

The dinner rush kicks in, and everyone springs into high gear. Plates are flying, stoves are blazing, and

the air is thick with the tantalizing smells of grilled meat, sautéed vegetables, and melting cheese.

But despite the chaos, there’s an underlying current of teamwork that wasn’t there before.

“Table six is ready to go, Abby,” Ethan calls out, sliding the plates onto the counter. I do a quick check

presentation; everything

and servers swoop in to whisk the dishes

not overbearing, instructing Karl on the proper way

Karl, it’s all about balance. You want enough sauce

much

to listen, holding my

John,” Karl replies, his tone earnest. He adjusts the

on the plate, a garnish of parsley providing the

comments, and Karl beams, clearly pleased by the

small interaction, but it feels like a giant leap forward for

I watch Karl and John weave around each other in a sort of

together to get the meals out, and not a single steak

overcooked.

last

and take it all

time in a long while, the kitchen is

just a place to eat. It’s not perfect, far

could

this time it’s me who gives

the corners as he

…

the frenetic energy of the kitchen into the main dining area, the

about

behind the bar,

forth.

happened?” I rush over, my eyes narrowing

erm… I rolled my ankle while serving table nine. Just give

grimacing with each

look at her flushed face, her ankle swelling before my eyes,

home. Put that leg up. I’ll take over your

protest, her eyes filled

that. Whatever tips you miss out on tonight, I’ll cover. Just go home and take care

yourself.”

for a moment before finally nodding, gratitude

as she limps out of the

on an apron and grab a notepad, turning my attention to

acquaintance of mine, sitting there with her

owns the place.

Here we go.

all again,” I greet, forcing a

isn’t Abby,” Emily says, a stiff smile taking over her features.

you.”

manage an equally stiff smile and tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. “Hopefully

good things.”

eyes tw inkling with a fakeness that makes

“Of course,” Emily says.

I get you started with some

cosmopolitan, and a gin and tonic,” Emily says,

sweetness.

reply, making

I move away, my ears catch snippets of their conversation, laced with contempt.

it was just a fluke, but she’s

ex-Luna doesn’t even get to run her

handle running the place.

was always like that, you know. Letting Alpha Karl

eyes.”

my hands start to tremble. I head into the back room