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

“I have to tell

tching both the phone and

enjoy your time off,

stare of hers, but finally relaxes and lets out

“You’re right.”

few minutes. The morning sun streams through the

amber glow. I plug in my phone and

drive

her fingers

the first chords of a nostalgic song—one that played

her head.

I defend, bobbing my

into a smile, but it quickly

gaze to the window, occasionally sipping out of her coffee cup. She thinks I don’t

the song, ever so slightly.

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

building off

place?”

the outline of an

Inn,” I say, a smile forming on

than once.”

pauses, her voice taking on a more nostalgic tone. “You proposed to me there, didn’t

head. “Your memory is betraying you. I actually proposed at that fancy restaurant

was it

me a sideways look. “Karl, you’ve got it all wrong. You proposed at the

near the fireplace where

voice trails off momentarily, leaving space where our memories belong. The fireplace

about it, because if I do, I’ll get too distracted and possibly

car off the road.