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…

What’s next? Are

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

eyes, or maybe it’s the unexpected

that he knows something,

in hearing him out?” I say, finally breaking my

I hope it conveys how genuinely curious I am. “I

clearly not thrilled with the idea, but

this

observing the exchange, finally speaks. “I

have to lose?”

throws his hands in the air. “My last shred

should we call you?”

me Anton,” the man replies,

counter, arms crossed, intrigued. “So, Anton, you were a chef in

with black truffles often?”

moment as if

Michelin-starred restaurants in France and Italy. I

than I

My eyes meet Karl’s

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