Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Chapter 0123
Karl

The sun is barely hovering above the h orizon as I pull up in front of Abby’s apartment building on

Friday morning.

I can’t help but smile as I think about the day ahead of us. My black car idles, the hum of its engine

drowned out by the pop song playing on the radio—a song I can easily imagine Abby singing along to,

although I don’t personally care for that kind of music myself.

With a deep breath, I turn off the engine and grab the to-go cup of her favorite coffee from the cup

holder.

She opens the door almost as soon as I knock, as though she was standing there, waiting. There’s a

look in her eyes that makes it seem as though she’s still on the fence about going. But the second her

eyes meet mine, the tension in her shoulders eases. Just a bit.

“Good morning,” I greet, handing her the coffee. “Figured you could use this.”

She grins, taking a sip immediately. “You read my mind.”

There’s a slight silence for a few moments. My eyes scan the inside of her apartment, where a bag sits

on the floor behind her; it’s packed haphazardly, no doubt. She’s never been the neatest traveler.

“Oh, one more thing,” she says before I can say anything. She slips her phone out of her pocket and

begins tapping furiously on the screen while her coffee cup balances precariously in the crook of her

have to

both the phone and the coffee cup away. “And so

restaurant. Just enjoy your time

me for a moment, that signature stare of hers, but

“You’re right.”

road within a few minutes. The morning sun streams

glow. I plug in my phone

drive

her fingers

chords of a nostalgic song—one that played at our

her head.

on, it’s a classic,” I defend, bobbing my head

into a smile, but it quickly fades.

occasionally sipping out of her coffee cup. She thinks

back and forth to the song, ever

about half an hour when Abby suddenly

building off the main

place?” she

spotting the outline of an old, worn-down motel

smile forming on my own

than once.”

more nostalgic tone.

my head. “Your memory is betraying you. I

was it called—La Bella

“Karl, you’ve got it all wrong. You proposed at the Woodpecker

fireplace

where our memories belong.

because if I do, I’ll get too distracted

car off the road.