Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

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A sudden jolt of fear seizes me as I lock eyes with the man at the far end of the alley.

“You there!” he repeats, taking another step closer. “What are you—”

“Um… Karl? John?” I call out, mainly out of instinct. If there’s one thing that living in the city over the past

few years has taught me, it’s not to trust strange men, especially not in the middle of the night.

“Wait, I—”

The back door slams open before the man can finish, spilling yellow light from the kitchen out into the

alley. John and Karl burst outside, alarmed by the commotion.

“What’s going on? Are you okay?” John asks, his eyes widening as he spots the stranger.

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Karl, not waiting for an answer, storms toward the man, his face twisted in anger. “Hey, what do you think

you’re doing here, bothering a woman in the middle of the night?” he growls, grabbing the man by his

pulling him away from

finger at the bowl in my

gonna throw all that away,

feeling my stomach sink just a little

good

but something inside

who is still

“Karl, wait!”

an incredulous look

choose to ignore it and instead turn to the homeless man, holding the bowl out

what you

man nods. “Yes, please,” he says, sounding more than a little

mean to

I exchange glances with John and Karl. John’s face is

anger and worry.

it’s a failed dish,” I say, glancing down at the bowl again. “Trust me, it

to

care, miss,” he says, his voice hoarse from thirst, and it’s then that I notice

here. “I

lock, and I see something there—an unspoken understanding, a

me, a mix of empathy and shame. I look at Karl