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

I first moved here, I almost walked

embarrassing.

curb and turns off the engine, then looks at me, his eyes

need a vacation? My offer still stands. Remember

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

I think

leans in a little, lowering his voice in a

the little cafe with the

used to hang out?”

my heart. Karl’s words paint a vivid picture, transporting

when life felt easier, lighter. But then the logical side of my

times:

for the offer,” I say, still looking out the window. “But I can’t. You know

“Why not?” He asks.

shrug, not wanting to delve into it all right now, and decide to tell a half-truth.

restaurant needs me.”

the ground if you take

into a smile. “That’s easy for you

the chaos day in and day

a moment, then leans back, nodding. “I get