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.

disconnect, the invisible yet unignorable gap between

different

pass me the olive oil?”

it to him, our fingers brushing for a moment, but there’s none of

to feel when Karl and I worked side by side

but with Karl, it

John and he’s a good cook, but we

in the kitchen. What should feel effortless instead feels like a

over the tomatoes, then hesitates, looking at the array

touch of paprika

biting my lip. “The recipe is already pretty balanced. Adding

throw it off.”

to rock the boat,

John? Are you crazy?”

“We’re not following the recipe to the letter, are we? I thought

was to make

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

I

the paprika and takes a deep breath, visibly trying to rein

If you don’t trust my judgment, then why

here?”