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

be fine without you,” I say, sna tching both the phone and the coffee cup away.

enjoy

moment, that signature stare of hers, but

“You’re right.”

The morning sun streams

a warm amber glow. I plug in my phone and shuffle through a

drive ahead.

says, her fingers nervously tapping

hit play, and the first chords of a nostalgic

her

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

it quickly fades. I watch

out of her

song, ever so slightly. And that’s enough for

in comfortable silence for about half an hour when Abby suddenly points to a

off

that place?” she

direction she’s pointing, spotting the outline

days. “Ah, the Woodpecker Inn,” I say, a smile forming on my own face.

than once.”

her voice taking on a more nostalgic tone. “You proposed to

memory is betraying you. I actually proposed

was it called—La

got it all wrong. You proposed at the

near the fireplace

trails off momentarily, leaving space where

think about it, because if I do, I’ll get

car off the road.