Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Chapter 0164
“You know,” I chuckle, wiping the sweat from my brow with the back of my hand, “when I first went to

culinary school, I thought I would be facing all of these obstacles. Older men not taking me seriously,

financial issues, critics.”

“And you have faced all of that and then some,” John teases.

I nod. “Yes. But now, it’s…”

“Truffles.”

Another chuckle escapes my lips. “Yep. Truffles.”

…

The sizzle of the grill, the clinking of glasses from the bar, and the incessant ring of the phone in the

background merge into one big cacophony, making my head spin.

I’m metaphorically knee-deep in murky water, me ntally ticking off a never-ending list of things that need

to get done, and Karl is nowhere to be found.

“Abby, the Rosé keg just tapped out,” shouts Ethan from the front, his soft voice barely audible over the

din.

my order pad and darting behind the bar

walked out on me.

new keg, my phone vibrates in my pocket. It’s a text from the front-of-house

is demanding to see the manager.

wash my hands and

“Is everything all

really,” says a middle-aged woman, glaring at her pasta as if it had personally insulted her.

I’ve ever had. It’s dry and there’s too

a deep breath. “I’m so sorry you’re not enjoying your meal. Can

“I want this

teeth. “Again, I

rush back to the kitchen, my patience wearing thin.

complaint.”

to be kidding me. Where the hell is Karl, anyway?

at the clock. It’s nearing the end of the dinner rush, and I still haven’t heard from Karl. I

dial his number

Straight to voicemail. Again.

was supposed to show up today, but he bailed. No call, no show. Just an empty spot where

the rest of us are scrambling to make

my apron on and washing my

I work together on the line seems to stretch on for an eternity. All

own managerial duties pull at me from every angle, like

in the middle,

a loaf of bread.