Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Abby

It’s halfway to closing time, and my desk is scattered with index cards. My

computer is open to an email from Mr. Thompson outlining some of the potential

questions I may be asked during the interview. I’ve written them down, along

with my potential responses on the back of each card, so I can practice.

I want to be prepared. I have to be prepared. This interview is the beginning of

everything; it’s the deciding factor behind whether I’ll garner positive or negative

attention.

And although the article went well in the end, I need to play it safe. I’ve already

got enough trouble when it comes to my restaurant’s reputation, and I want to

Enter title…

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make sure everything runs smoothly.

Taking a deep breath, I pick one of the index cards up. “What inspired you to

become a chef?” it reads. I turn to face the mirror hanging on the wall, tucking a

stray strand of hair behind my ear.

“Growing up,” I start, talking to my reflection, “my mother’s kitchen was always

our home… No, that’s not right.” I pause, flipping the card

my pre-written response. “My mother’s kitchen was my favorite room

—”

bursts open. I jump, a startled gasp escaping my lips as

slips from my fingers and flutters to the

if you—” Karl stops mid-sentence, his

in the mirror. “Am I interrupting

my cheeks. “No, no, not

the fallen index card from the floor and hiding it behind my back, as

make the

eyebrow, his eyes dropping to

behind me. “Hiding

a chuckle,

there, eyeing

steps forward, snatching the hidden index card from

says, reading the question out loud. “‘What inspired you to

Preparing for the

rolling my eyes dramatically.

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holding the card just out of

to jump and grab it from him. “So, what’s

he asks. “I’m curious.”

redder than a beet. “I was

the questions, no matter how

his eyes. “Oh, I see. You’ve

perfectionist.”

am,” I retort, feeling a sense of playfulness wash over my

wrong with being

card back to me, his eyes

is something that I’ve