Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

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I walk into my restaurant the next morning, the scent of fresh coffee and baked bread filling the air. The

morning sun casts long beams of light through the windows, but the atmosphere inside feels oddly

electric, tense yet filled with a strange and unexpected kind of exhilaration.

It’s the day after last night’s events, and I’m running on a blend of excitement and worry, my thoughts a

toss-up between optimism and that gnawing feeling in the pit of my stomach.

Did I make a mistake with Anton? Was it all an elaborate con for free food and a hotel room, or perhaps

even a bizarre dream? Most importantly, what if he never actually shows?

As I head toward the kitchen, though, it quickly becomes apparent that something is off. My staff are

gathered around the kitchen door, oohing, aahing, and giggling at something going on inside.

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as I see my restaurant manager limping his way towards

of concern and

this strange French man you’ve brought into the kitchen? The staff are all worked

against the counter and rubbing his forehead as if trying to

my heart racing at the realization. “Yes, Ethan, that’s Anton. He’s

he fits

press further. He knows me too well to question my

until

my way through the maze of excited staff. I reach the kitchen

and that’s when the tantalizing aroma of something sweet

echoing through the air, and

told you, if your batter has more lumps than a teenager’s face, your

uneven as a poorly laid

it is. Anton’s thick French accent, which sounds even more delightful in

booms across the room. “Anton,

best

up. There’s Anton, standing near

awe. They’re like a comedy duo, like two puzzle pieces that