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 almost

embarrassing.

curb and turns off the engine, then looks

you sure you don’t need a vacation? My offer

I remember the pool and the hot tub, and all of the luxuries

doesn’t mean that I think I

he leans in a little, lowering his voice in a conspiratorial tone, “I could take you to some of

the little cafe with the perfect cappuccinos? Or that park

used to hang out?”

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

days when life felt easier, lighter. But then

times: of fights,

looking out the window. “But I can’t.

“Why not?” He asks.

wanting to delve into it all

restaurant needs me.”

burn to the ground if you take two days to

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

one dealing with the chaos day in and day

nodding. “I get it.