Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Chapter 117
Abby

The day starts just as any normal day should: with the aroma of simmering tomato sauce and sizzling

bacon filling the restaurant, and the sound of happy breakfast customers wafting through the air.

But as I settle into the rhythm of another busy workday, something feels off. I can’t quite explain it, but it

almost feels as though something is electric in the air.

That’s when it happens.

I haven’t even taken my first sip of coffee of the day when Ethan is suddenly rushing into my office

faster than I thought he could even move with his leg, and there’s a look of dread on his face. Before I

can even open my mouth to speak, his words are tumbling out in a torrent of emotion.

“Abby, we’ve got a problem. Amelia West from ‘Gourmet Gazette’ is here, and she doesn’t look happy.”

My heart sinks at the mention of the infamous food critic.

“Why?” I ask, bolting up from my chair. “What happened?”

Ethan shrugs, throwing his hands up in the air. “Hell if I know. All I know is that she got her food a few

made a face, sent it back, and started writing in her notebook.

even recognize her at

on Ethan’s shoulder reassuringly. “It’s alright, just keep calm.

the specials and inform the servers. I’ll go

see why she

myself, I head over to Amelia’s

have you here.

shut with a sour look on

was lukewarm, and I couldn’t even taste the garlic underneath the

for my coffee for fifteen minutes,

when I sent the

through my spine.

had known that she was here,

West,” I reply, maintaining my composure. “Your feedback

coffee right away, and the waitress will

dish on

sighs, pushing her chair back.

Amelia gets up and storms out. All I can do is walk away, my fists

bad. This is really bad. I make a beeline for the kitchen, where

plate of eggs Benedict for the

bother,” I hiss as the door swings shut behind me. “She

gotta be kidding!” he says. “What do we

my nose. “There’s nothing we can do now,” I mutter.