Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Abby

The restaurant door clicks shut behind Karl, sealing off the outside world and its nosy journalists. Karl

brushes off his hands as if he’s just dealt with a minor annoyance, but his eyes meet mine, full of concern.

“You okay, Abby?” he asks, walking over to where I’m standing.

“I’m fine,” I say, even though my pulse is still racing. “Just a little shaken up. I didn’t expect that.”

Karl sighs and leans against the counter. “Welcome to the future, Abby. The more successful you become,

the more people will come after you, trying to crush your spirit and ruin your reputation.”

His words, although harsh, are true. I should have expected that something like this would happen if I

hired a homeless person. Not everyone is as understanding as the people who work in my restaurant, I

guess.

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playing nervously with the edge of my apron. “I just

easily people

on me. “But you also know that people are already

Anton. You’re just getting started, Abby.

in his eyes, washes over me. I want

need to believe him.

you’re right, Karl.

I pause,

Anton earlier, by the way. It means a

little, enough to take the edge off his usually stern gaze. “I’ll do

you happy, Abby. You know

across my face. Karl saying that, in that tone,

eyes locked onto mine, brings back a rush

married again, standing in

before the black hair and the modest clothing and

arguments.

things were simple.

appreciate it, Karl,” I manage to say,

Karl smirks. “Anything.”