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

and pulling him away from

doesn’t resist, but he does point a trembling finger at the bowl

throw all that away,

the bowl in my hands, feeling my stomach sink just a little bit. He’s just

perfectly good food. My

but something inside

lift my gaze and look at Karl, who is still

“Karl, wait!”

hesitates, looking at me questioningly. There’s an incredulous look in his eyes, and

turn to the homeless man, holding the bowl out

you

says, sounding more than a little desperate. “That’s all.

to frighten

exchange glances with John and Karl. John’s face is unreadable, but Karl’s is a mask

anger and worry.

I say, glancing down at the bowl

to eat

thirst, and it’s then that

rare around here. “I have

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

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