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

concern and

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

against the counter and rubbing his forehead as if trying to make

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

how he fits

doesn’t press further.

least not until we’re in hot

Ethan, I make my way through the maze of excited staff. I reach the kitchen doors and

open, and that’s when the tantalizing aroma of something sweet and creamy

it—laughter. Real, genuine laughter echoing through the

I told you, if your batter has more

as a

Anton’s thick French accent, which sounds even more

almost abrasive laughter booms across the room. “Anton, you have a way with words,

will be the best

room, my eyes light up. There’s Anton,

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