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…

next? Are you a secret

shoot Karl a glance. His skepticism is understandable, but

in his eyes, or

even the tiniest chance that

the harm in hearing him out?” I say, finally breaking my silence. My voice

conveys how genuinely curious I am. “I

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

on this

the exchange, finally speaks. “I say

have to lose?”

last shred of sanity, probably.

should we call you?”

Anton,” the man replies, seemingly unperturbed by Karl’s

the counter, arms crossed, intrigued. “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 time, a different

at a few Michelin-starred restaurants in France and Italy. I have made this dish

than I

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