Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Chapter 0151
Abby

The restaurant has long since closed, but the aroma of sauteed onions and garlic still lingers in the air.

The sound of sizzling oil on the stove and the faint melody of a song that I don’t like wafting from a

speaker in the corner mix together to create a tense symphony that I absolutely don’t need to be

hearing right now.

I’m stressed, to say the least. Really stressed.

John stands next to me, his eyes focused as he skillfully dices tomatoes. His posture is rigid, the

tension between us as palpable as the texture of the dough I’m kneading for our homemade pasta.

“How’s the dough coming along?” he asks, throwing a quick glance my way.

“It’s fine. Just needs a bit more kneading,” I reply, my palms pushing and folding as I get lost in the

repetitive motion.

John grunts in acknowledgment and moves on to chop basil. There’s an air of seriousness around him,

an unwavering concentration that should make me feel reassured.

And yet, it doesn’t.

invisible yet unignorable gap between us. It feels

different recipes, never quite

you pass me the olive

it to him, our fingers brushing for a moment, but

when Karl and I worked

thinking this, but with Karl, it was

like John and he’s a good cook,

chemistry in the kitchen. What should feel

over the tomatoes, then hesitates, looking at the array of spices laid out in front

a touch of paprika

lip. “The recipe is already pretty balanced. Adding more

throw it off.”

as not to rock the boat, but in reality, I’m thinking to myself:

John? Are you crazy?”

not following the recipe

to make it our

it ‘our own’ shouldn’t mean ruining the integrity of the dish,” I retort, a

I

deep breath, visibly trying to rein in his frustration.

competition. If you don’t trust my

here?”