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

jacket and pulling him

finger at

gonna throw all that

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

good food.

something inside

Karl, who is still clutching the man’s

“Karl, wait!”

looking at me questioningly. There’s an incredulous

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

this what you wanted?” I

than a little desperate. “That’s all. I’m really sorry;

to frighten

Karl. John’s face is unreadable, but Karl’s is a

anger and worry.

say, glancing down at the bowl

to

from thirst, and

which is rare around here. “I

there—an unspoken understanding, a shared human moment.

empathy and shame. I