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

sent it back, and started writing in her notebook. Go

even recognize her at

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

sure everything is perfect. Double-check the specials and inform the servers. I’ll go

see why she

to compose myself, I head over to Amelia’s table. “Good morning, Ms.

honor to have you here. Is everything to

it shut with a sour look on her face.

couldn’t

on the plate. I’ve been waiting for my coffee for fifteen minutes, and your

I sent

critic’s words send a shiver through my spine. Amelia West isn’t exactly known

If I had known that she was here, I would have served her

I reply, maintaining my composure. “Your feedback

a fresh pot of coffee right away, and the waitress will be disciplined accordingly.

another dish

her chair back. “No, don’t bother. I’m

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

I make a beeline for

of eggs

as the door swings shut behind me. “She

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

nothing