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.

good,” I sigh, rubbing my

again, perching on the edge of

had a question for you about tomorrow’s delivery schedule, but it’s

you could use some rest

myself up to my feet in an attempt to make

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

that I’m wavering slightly where I’m

moments, Karl gazes at me without

in a very long time.

feeble

peering out into the dimly lit

the kitchen will close soon anyway,” Karl

“You

be fine. I’ll at

I nod, and Karl sighs. “It’s supposed to rain all night. Just

you home, okay?”

moments at

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

my desk didn’t really do much to

say, turning back to face Karl. He’s

quickly.

…

cramped space of my office to Karl’s sleek,

and a hint of pine air freshener. The city lights, made

the windshield as we drive. I’ve always loved the city in the rain,

the neon signs look on a stormy night;

streets, the bright signs of late-night diners

weight of my job—the critics, the health inspectors,

find myself lost in the rhythmic hum of

silence. “You looked like you were having one hell of a dream back there. Was

beach, a tropical drink, and a server

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

sleep.”

at me with a smirk. “Well, dreams are just

could get compensation somehow.”

reply, my words

brick building with ivy crawling up the sides

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

almost walked into

embarrassing.

engine, then looks at me,

sure you don’t need a vacation? My offer still

hot tub, and all of the luxuries