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

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

place for

agrees, shaking

won’t prep itself,” I

to the kitchen.

I can’t help but feel a

so many more

…

the staff bustling around the

atmosphere. John’s tone is softer, more instructive, less

reduction to Karl,

he gives

dinner rush kicks in, and everyone springs into high gear.

is thick with the tantalizing smells of

an underlying current of teamwork that

calls out, sliding the plates onto the

everything looks

yell, and servers swoop in to whisk the

but not overbearing, instructing

it’s all about balance. You want enough sauce so it’s flavorful

much

listen, holding

replies, his tone earnest. He adjusts the angle of his tongs

the plate, a garnish of parsley providing the

comments, and Karl beams,

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