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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I see my restaurant manager limping his way towards me,

concern

is this strange French man you’ve brought into the kitchen? The

forehead as if

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

trial run to see how he fits in. Maybe he’ll stay for

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

until we’re

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

and that’s when the tantalizing aroma of something sweet and

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

more

uneven as a

which sounds even more delightful in the

room. “Anton, you have

best damn

There’s Anton, standing near the counter with

like a comedy duo, like