Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Chapter 103
Abby

My office is silent as I scroll through the new emails that have landed in my inbox. My fingers drum on

the desk, anticipating the one email that I’ve been waiting for the most—the details of the upcoming

cooking competition.

And then, there it is, bolded and marked with high importance: Cook-Off Competition Details.

Taking a deep breath, I click on it.

The email is concise but packed with information. Attached to it is a long list, detailing every possible

dish that might come up during the competition.

My heart rate quickens as I scan the list. Some dishes I recognize, ones I’ve made a thousand times

over in my career, but others are unfamiliar, exotic even, presenting challenges I’ve never faced before.

I won’t know which three dishes I’ll be asked to prepare on the spot. Which means only one thing: I

have to practice all of them. Every single one.

Grabbing a notepad, I jot down a list of ingredients I’ll need for the more exotic dishes, then turn my

attention to the restaurant’s supplier portal, adding item after item to the shopping list. The ingredients

range from the ordinary to the obscure. Each addition of expensive truffles, caviar, and fresh scallops

makes my anxiety spi ke.

How can I perfect so many dishes in such a short time?

Once the orders are placed, I stretch and push back from the desk, glancing at the clock on the wall.

It’s getting late, but there’s no time to waste. Without a second thought, I pull my hair into a messy bun

and prepare to head to the kitchen to get started.

Before I can leave, however, a sudden page over the intercom draws me from my task.

“Abby, can you come up front for a moment? I need help with the register.” It’s Chloe, her voice

strained.

the bar where Chloe is standing. Frustration is evident

as she fiddles with the register. “Hey, what’s going on?” I ask,

mn thing,” she mutters, her fingers hovering over the register keys. “It’s been acting up

evening.”

step beside her and start navigating through the system. A few prodded

life, responding as it should. Chloe releases a breath she’s

been holding.

have to

giving her a reassuring smile. “Anything else I can help

She

about the other night… I shouldn’t have snapped

crossing my arms. “Chloe,

earnest. “I’m your best friend, Abby,

get hurt again, fall into another

I keep buried deep down, but I push them

once, remember? Learned my lesson the hard way.

to happen again.”

just… you deserve so much

him hurting you again.”

hand. “I appreciate your concern, Chloe,

decisions, and I don’t need

a beat, a mix of emotions

reluctant nod. “I understand.”

you,” I say, my voice soft, before turning

way back to my office, Chloe’s words reverberate in

frustrated. This entire situation, I realize, is like walking

between concern and independence, friendship and

don’t want this to strain my friendship with Chloe. Our bond means more to

need—her to trust me, to trust my judgments and

those years

self-worth and got my heart broken. I’ve grown, learned, and changed. Why

though all of my friends just see me as a fool who would so

that’s bad for

I sink back down into my office chair, though,

me, the taste of his lips. Our

spoken about.

wonderful, horrible, delicious mistake. And

…

since fallen quiet, with the last employees heading home for the night. I’m