Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Abby

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…

I ask as I see my restaurant manager limping his way towards me,

of concern and

this strange French man you’ve brought into

forehead as

heart racing at the realization.

A trial run to see how he fits

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

least not until we’re in

past Ethan, I make my way through the maze of excited staff. I

tantalizing aroma of

genuine laughter echoing through the air, and I can’t help but

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

as a poorly

sounds

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

the best

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

awe. They’re like a comedy duo,