Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Abby

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…

my restaurant

of concern

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

his forehead

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

he fits in. Maybe he’ll

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

at least not until we’re

make my way through the maze of excited staff.

when the tantalizing aroma of something sweet and creamy fills

it—laughter. Real, genuine laughter echoing through the air, and I can’t help but

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

as a poorly

sounds even

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

me—this will be the best damn cheesecake

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

comedy duo, like two puzzle