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.

the disconnect, the invisible yet unignorable gap between

from different recipes, never quite

me the olive oil?” he asks, interrupting my

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

and I worked side by

can’t believe I’m thinking this, but with Karl, it was natural to work together.

well together. I like John and he’s

the kitchen. What should

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

“I think a touch of paprika would give the

know,” I say, biting my lip. “The

throw it off.”

boat, but in reality, I’m thinking to myself:

John? Are you crazy?”

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

to make

ruining the integrity of the dish,” I retort,

than I intend

breath, visibly trying to rein in his

your sous chef for this competition. If you don’t trust my judgment, then why am I

here?”