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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ask as I see my restaurant

of concern and

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

rubbing his forehead as if trying to make sense of it

eyes light up, my heart racing at the

to see how he fits in. Maybe he’ll stay

press further. He knows

not until

maze of excited staff.

that’s when the tantalizing aroma of

hear it—laughter. Real, genuine laughter echoing through the air,

more lumps than a teenager’s face, your cheesecake will turn

a poorly laid

is. Anton’s thick French accent, which sounds

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

me—this will be the best damn cheesecake you’ve ever

eyes light up. There’s Anton, standing near the counter with John while

watch in awe. They’re like a comedy duo, like two