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. Go d, I’m such

recognize

a hand on Ethan’s shoulder reassuringly. “It’s alright, just

specials and inform the servers. I’ll go talk to

see why she

to compose myself, I head over to

have you here. Is everything to your

up from her notebook, snapping it shut with a sour look on her face.

and I couldn’t

plate. I’ve been waiting for my coffee for

sent the

send a shiver through my spine. Amelia West

of food critics. If I had known that she was here, I would

sorry, Ms. West,” I reply, maintaining my composure. “Your feedback is invaluable to us. I’ll

right away, and the waitress will be disciplined accordingly. Can

dish on the

chair back. “No, don’t bother. I’m

storms out. All I

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

of eggs

the door swings shut behind

“You’ve gotta be kidding!” he says. “What

sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose. “There’s nothing we can do now,” I mutter. “Let’s