Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 78: A Little Vacation
Abby

My eyes snap open to discover that someone, in the span of what feels like five minutes, my office has

grown dark. There’s a hand on my shoulder, and an all-too-familiar face—with a smirk on it, of course—

staring down at me.

“Sleepy?” Karl asks, his lips twitching into a grin.

I shake my head and sit up, trying to regain a sense of reality. The glare of the desk lamp sca tters

across stacks of invoices and order forms, casting a dim amber glow over everything.

“No,” I lie, looking away as Karl crosses the room back to the doorway. “I was just putting my head

down for a few minutes.”

A quick glance at the clock reveals that it’s almost eight o’clock, and considering the fact that it’s a

Wednesday, the restaurant is already mostly quiet. Through my half-open office door, I can just barely

make out the faint sound of sc at tered voices and silverware on plates from the few customers who are

still hanging around, post-dinner rush.

Karl laughs and leans against the doorframe. “Sure. And what looks like drool on your cheek must just

be condensation or something, right?”

Drool? I swipe my cheek with the back of my hand and sure enough, it comes away wet. Great.

“Okay, you go me,” I mutter, smoothing down my messy hair. “This morning was hectic, and I didn’t

sleep too well last night…”

Karl shrugs. “Don’t sweat it,” he assures me. “In fact, you’ll be happy to know that after the health

inspector left, everything else went smoothly. No more food critics, no sick servers, no arguing

employees.”

I force a half-smile. So word really does travel fast; or rather, Karl is more attuned to the drama than I

thought. I never mentioned the sick servers and arguing employees to anyone, but someone must have

noticed.

rubbing my eyes.

in again, perching on the

tomorrow’s delivery schedule, but it’s really not that

you could

myself up to my feet in an attempt to make myself look

feel right now. “I’m perfectly fine,” I lie, hoping

wavering slightly where I’m

me

very long time.

in a feeble attempt to hide the

by the window, peering out into the

kitchen will close

reality. “You should go home,

“I’ll be fine. I’ll at least

raining?” he asks. I nod, and Karl sighs. “It’s supposed to rain

you home, okay?”

stare out the window for another few moments at the rain,

at my coat h ook reveals that my umbrella is nowhere to be found,

nap on my desk didn’t really do much to

back to face Karl. He’s

it quickly. “Let’s

…

the dim, cramped space of my office to Karl’s sleek, black sedan

hint of pine air freshener. The city lights, made blurry

of the windshield as we drive. I’ve always

the neon signs look on a stormy night; it’s like something out of

signs of late-night diners and convenience

a blur. For a moment, the weight of my job—the

lost in the rhythmic

silence. “You looked like you were

and

nightmare. I can’t seem to escape the restaurant, even in

sleep.”

with a smirk. “Well, dreams are just unpaid labor then, aren’t

could get compensation somehow.”

reply, my words tinged with

red brick building with ivy crawling

to the front door. It’s surrounded by other buildings that look just

I first moved here, I almost

embarrassing.

up to the curb and turns off the engine, then looks at

you don’t need a vacation? My offer still stands.

remember the pool and the hot tub, and all of the luxuries