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

jacket and pulling him

finger at the bowl in my hands. “I

you were gonna throw all that

at the bowl in my hands, feeling my stomach sink

looks like perfectly good

but something inside me

Karl, who is still clutching

“Karl, wait!”

questioningly. There’s an incredulous look in his eyes, and for

and instead turn to the homeless man, holding the

what you wanted?” I

than a little desperate.

to frighten you,

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

anger and worry.

down at the bowl again. “Trust me, it

want to

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

accent, which is rare around here. “I have

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

in me, a mix of empathy and shame. I look at Karl and John, who both seem