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

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

offer still stands. Remember

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

that I

leans in a little, lowering his voice in a

love. Remember the little cafe with the perfect cappuccinos?

used to hang out?”

my heart. Karl’s words paint

easier, lighter. But then the logical side

of the bad times:

offer,” I say, still looking out

“Why not?” He asks.

wanting to delve into it all right now,

restaurant needs me.”

ground if you take two

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

with the chaos

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