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

embarrassing.

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

don’t need a vacation? My offer still stands. Remember the

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

doesn’t mean that I think I should

lowering his voice in a conspiratorial tone, “I could take you to

used to love. Remember the little cafe with the perfect cappuccinos? Or that

used to hang out?”

a nostalgic tug at my heart. Karl’s words paint

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

me of the bad times:

still looking out the window. “But I

“Why not?” He asks.

delve into it all right now, and decide to tell

restaurant needs me.”

the ground if you take two days

feeling the corners of my mouth twitch into a

chaos day in and day

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