Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Chapter 102
“What happened?” I rush over, my eyes narrowing with concern.

“I, erm… I rolled my ankle while serving table nine. Just give me five minutes and I’ll get back out

there,” she says, grimacing with each word.

I take one look at her flushed face, her ankle swelling before my eyes, and shake my head. “No, you’re

going home. Put that leg up. I’ll take over your tables tonight.”

Daisy starts to protest, her eyes filled with worry. “But the tips—”

“Don’t worry about that. Whatever tips you miss out on tonight, I’ll cover. Just go home and take care of

yourself.”

She hesitates for a moment before finally nodding, gratitude flooding her features. “Thank you, Abby.”

“Get better, okay?” I say as she limps out of the restaurant, supported by Ethan.

I tie on an apron and grab a notepad, turning my attention to Daisy’s tables. And then I see her—Emily,

the Luna who used to be an acquaintance of mine, sitting there with her friends, smirking as if she

owns the place.

Here we go.

“Nice to see you all again,” I greet, forcing a smile as I approach the table.

“Well, well! If it isn’t Abby,” Emily says, a stiff smile taking over her features. “We were just talking about

you.”

“Were you?” I manage an equally stiff smile and tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. “Hopefully only

good things.”

her friends exchange glances, their eyes t winkling

“Of course,” Emily says.

get you

a gin and tonic,” Emily says, her tone dripping

sweetness.

reply, making a note

ears catch snippets of their conversation, laced with contempt. “Wow. Last time

just a fluke, but she’s waiting

even get to run

handle running the place. Probably gave it over to

you know. Letting

eyes.”

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

crashing down on

restaurant and speaking about me like

“Abby, you alright?”

standing there, his

fine,” I lie, unable to hide the shake

don’t look fine.

I find myself spilling the story about Emily

his eyes

handle this,” he says, setting

make a scene,” I protest, but he’s already pushing through

unbreakable.

pounding as he approaches Emily’s

“Evening, Ladies.”

perk up, their

exclaims. “What are you doing

work here. As a dishwasher-slash-line cook,” he

surprise flickering across her face. “You’re…

“Got a problem