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.

Enter title…

what’s going on?” I ask as I see my restaurant manager limping his way towards me, his

of concern and

into the

forehead

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

trial run to see how he fits in. Maybe

me a wary look but doesn’t press further. He knows me too well to

least not until we’re in

maze of

that’s when the tantalizing aroma of

genuine laughter echoing through

John, I told you, if your batter has more lumps than a teenager’s face, your cheesecake will

uneven as a poorly laid

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

abrasive laughter booms across the room. “Anton, you have

me—this will be the best damn cheesecake

into the room, my eyes light up. There’s Anton, standing near

comedy duo, like two