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

reading from different recipes, never quite

you pass me the olive oil?” he

brushing for a moment, but there’s none of

used to feel when Karl and

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

worked well together. I like John and he’s a good cook, but

chemistry in the kitchen. What should feel effortless instead feels

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

paprika would give the

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

throw it off.”

boat,

John? Are you crazy?”

following the recipe

point was to make it

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

than I intend

a deep breath, visibly trying to rein

for this competition. If you don’t trust my judgment,

here?”