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.

hyper-aware of the disconnect, the invisible

reading from different

olive oil?” he asks, interrupting my

to him, our fingers brushing for a moment, but

I used to feel when Karl and I worked side by side in

this, but with Karl, it was natural to work together. Sure,

we worked well together. I like John and he’s a good cook, but we just don’t have

the kitchen. What should feel

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

think a touch of paprika would

“The recipe is already pretty

throw it off.”

the boat,

John? Are you crazy?”

eyebrows furrowed. “We’re not following the recipe to the

point was to

the integrity of the dish,” I retort,

I intend

puts down the paprika and takes a deep breath, visibly trying to rein in his frustration. “Abby,

If you don’t trust

here?”