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…

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

is understandable, but

it’s the sincerity in his eyes, or maybe it’s the unexpected way that we

if there’s even the tiniest chance that he

in hearing him out?” I say,

genuinely curious I am. “I mean, we’re stumped,

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

on this

speaks. “I say let’s give him a shot. What

have to lose?”

shred of sanity, probably. But go on, enlighten

should we call you?”

call me Anton,” the man

intrigued. “So, Anton, you were a chef

with black truffles often?”

eyes drifting away for a moment as if

few Michelin-starred restaurants in France and Italy. I have made this dish you’re trying

times than I

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