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 about this man

the sincerity in his eyes, or maybe

the tiniest chance that

harm in hearing him out?” I say,

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

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

on this

“I say let’s give him a

have to lose?”

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

should we call you?”

may just call me Anton,” the

against the counter, arms crossed, intrigued. “So, Anton, you were a chef in Europe?

with black truffles often?”

for a moment as if he’s back in a

restaurants in France and Italy. I have made this

times than I

Karl’s for a