Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

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My heart pounds as the room goes quiet. What on earth is happening right now?

We’re all looking at each other—me, Karl, John, and the homeless man. His eyes meet mine, full of a sort

of knowing energy that leaves me speechless. Is this a joke? He really has experience cooking with black

truffles, some of the rarest and most expensive in the world?

“You look confused, so I’ll explain,” he says, smiling through his beard. “I was once a chef in France and

Italy. Emphasis on was. But I’ve still got my skills.”

Karl scoffs, breaking the silence. “You’ve got to be kidding me. A chef? You expect us to believe that?”

The man just shrugs, a tiny smile on his lips. “Believe what you want. I know how to cook with black

truffles, and you, my friends, are missing a crucial ingredient. That’s all I’m saying.”

Enter title…

snorts. “Yeah, right. What’s next? Are you a secret millionaire,

shoot Karl a glance. His skepticism is understandable, but there’s something

it’s the sincerity in his eyes, or maybe it’s

even the tiniest chance that

on. What’s the harm in hearing him out?” I say, finally breaking my

it conveys how genuinely curious I am. “I

thrilled with the idea, but nods. “Fine, whatever. It’s not like we’re

this

“I say

have to lose?”

throws his hands in the air. “My last shred of sanity, probably. But go

should we call you?”

me Anton,” the man

“So, Anton, you were a chef in Europe?

with black truffles often?”

his eyes drifting away for a moment as if he’s back in a different

Michelin-starred restaurants in France and Italy. I have made

more times than I

room changes. My eyes meet Karl’s for a moment; his face is