Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Chapter 118
“Go home,” I interrupt, trying to hide the mild annoyance in my voice—not directed at her, but rather at

yet another hitch in the day. “Feel better, Sarah.”

“Thanks, Abby.”

But then, to make matters worse, I’ve barely been in my office for another half hour when Ben, another

server, appears in the doorway. He looks just as bad as Sarah.

“Abby, I think I caught…”

“Just go,” I groan, passing my hand over my face. “Try not to get anyone else sick.”

After Ben leaves, I let out a weary sigh and sink further into my chair. Two servers down, a

disappointed food critic, and the breakfast rush isn’t even over.

Resigned, I leave the sanctuary of my office, heading back to the floor to help out. That’s when I see

Mark and Lisa, two of our employees, locked in a heated argument by the hostess stand.

“He’s stealing my tables!” Lisa exclaims, her eyes shooting daggers at Mark.

“Your tables? You don’t own the floor, Lisa!” Mark retorts.

“Enough!” I interject, my patience wearing thin. “Mark, give Lisa her tables back. Lisa, focus on the

guests and not internal squabbles.”

nod, mumbling apologies, but the tension lingers in the air after they leave. I watch them

of my cheek, before turning back to the hostess station to

official-looking badge on

as pleasantly as I can. “How many are

a terse smile, holding his hand out.

if I take a

still has one more curveball

Thompson,” I manage, taking his outstretched hand. “We always

highest standards.”

the kitchen first, where Ethan and the crew are wrapping up the breakfast rush.

to see the temperature logs,

labeling on the spices.

except for today, of course, when we’ve

wringer more than once.

which could

words. “And these towels are not

solution when not in

a deep breath, fighting the urge to show

and correct the towel

nods, jotting down more notes on his

for what feels like an eternity, with him pointing out minor infractions, and with

assuring him they’ll be fixed. It’s like having someone walk around with a white

And I feel like a haggard scullery maid, just wanting

minutes without

his clipboard. “You’ll need to address

follow-up visit and

keep the exhaustion from seeping into my voice. “We’ll take