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.

Enter title…

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

you were gonna throw all that

bowl in my hands, feeling my stomach sink just a little

away what looks like perfectly good food. My heart’s still

but something

look at Karl, who is still clutching the man’s tattered

“Karl, wait!”

an incredulous look in his

instead turn to the homeless man, holding

you

sounding more than a little desperate.

to frighten

with John and Karl.

anger and worry.

say, glancing down at the bowl again. “Trust me,

want to

don’t care, miss,” he says, his voice hoarse from thirst, and it’s then that I notice that

here. “I have eaten far worse. I’m

I see something there—an unspoken understanding, a shared human moment.

shame. I look at Karl and John, who both seem uncertain,