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

reading from different recipes, never quite

pass me the olive oil?” he asks, interrupting

a moment, but there’s none

feel when Karl and I worked side by side

but with Karl, it was natural to

John and he’s a good cook, but

What should feel effortless instead feels like a

drizzles the oil over the tomatoes, then hesitates, looking at the array of

paprika would give the sauce

“The recipe is already pretty

throw it off.”

rock the boat, but in reality, I’m thinking

John? Are you crazy?”

up, eyebrows furrowed. “We’re not following the recipe

to make it

‘our own’ shouldn’t mean ruining the integrity of the

than I

a deep breath, visibly trying to rein

to be your sous chef for this competition. If you don’t trust

here?”