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

into the kitchen? The

and rubbing his forehead as if trying to make

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

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

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

not until

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

aroma of something sweet

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

John, I told you, if your batter has more lumps

as a poorly laid tile

it is. Anton’s thick French accent, which sounds even more

across the room. “Anton,

best damn

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

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