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 manager limping his way towards me, his

of concern

man you’ve brought into the kitchen? The staff are

counter and rubbing his forehead as if

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

how he fits in. Maybe he’ll stay

but doesn’t press further. He

not until we’re

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

and that’s when the tantalizing aroma of something sweet

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

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

a

accent, which sounds even more delightful in the light

laughter booms across the room. “Anton, you have a way

the best

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

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