Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Chapter 120
We weave through the streets, the bright signs of late-night diners and convenience stores flashing by

in a blur. For a moment, the weight of my job—the critics, the health inspectors, the constantly ringing

phone—lifts, and I find myself lost in the rhythmic hum of the car’s engine.

Karl finally breaks the silence. “You looked like you were having one hell of a dream back there. Was it

about a beach, a tropical drink, and a server shortage all at once?”

I chuckle. “More like a health inspection nightmare. I can’t seem to escape the restaurant, even in my

sleep.”

He glances over at me with a smirk. “Well, dreams are just unpaid labor then, aren’t they? Surely you

could get compensation somehow.”

“Exactly. My subconscious is working overtime,” I reply, my words tinged with a fatigue I can’t hide.

We reach the front of my apartment complex—a red brick building with ivy crawling up the sides and a

tall set of steps leading to the front door. It’s surrounded by other buildings that look just like it. I

first moved here, I almost walked into someone else’s apartment. That

embarrassing.

pulls up to the curb and turns off the engine, then looks at me, his eyes searching my

a vacation? My offer still stands. Remember the pool and the

look away. Of course I remember the pool and the hot tub, and all of the luxuries of

doesn’t mean that I think I

a little, lowering his voice in a

used to love. Remember the little cafe

used to hang out?”

a nostalgic tug at my heart. Karl’s words paint a vivid picture, transporting me

life felt easier, lighter. But

me of the bad times: of

the offer,” I say, still looking out the window.

“Why not?” He asks.

into it all right

restaurant needs me.”

ground if you take two days to

of my mouth twitch into a smile. “That’s easy for you to say,

one dealing with the chaos day

studies me for a moment, then leans back, nodding. “I get it. The restaurant is your baby, and