Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Chapter 101
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

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

extending my hand across the desk. “Apology accepted. Let’s move on and

place for everyone.

shaking my hand

back out there; dinner service won’t prep itself,” I say, and we

to the kitchen.

can’t help but feel a small sense of relief.

many more

…

evening begins like any other, the staff bustling around the

John’s tone

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

he gives me a

and everyone springs into high gear.

the tantalizing smells of grilled meat, sautéed vegetables, and melting

underlying current of teamwork that

calls out, sliding the

presentation; everything

I yell, and servers

I hear John’s voice, commanding but not overbearing, instructing Karl

all about balance. You want enough

so much

listen, holding

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

plate, a garnish

Karl beams, clearly pleased by

interaction, but it feels like a giant leap forward for both of them—and for me. As the