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…

right. What’s next? Are

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

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

tiniest chance that he

out?” I say,

how genuinely curious

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

on this

observing the exchange, finally speaks. “I say let’s give him a shot.

have to lose?”

throws his hands in the air. “My last shred of sanity, probably. But go on, enlighten us, Chef…

should we call you?”

may just call me Anton,” the man replies, seemingly unperturbed by Karl’s

leans against the counter, arms crossed, intrigued. “So,

with black truffles often?”

if he’s back in a different time, a different life. “Yes,

restaurants in France and Italy. I have

more times than I

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