Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Abby

It’s been raining cats and dogs all morning, but I’m too excited to care. All I can

think about is the anticipation buzzing in my chest as I make my way up the

walkway to the upscale studio where the interviews for the cook-off are being

held.

“Hello,” I say from under my umbrella to a security guard leaning against a post,

looking bored. “Is this the right entrance for the interviews?”

“Yup,” he says, nodding, and gestures to a set of double doors behind him.

“Head in there, take a left, and follow the hallway to the end.”

“Thank you.”

Enter title…

As I step through the doors, my heart rises into my throat. It’s all I can do to

swallow it and force my feet to carry me forward.

I’ve never been on television before. This is going to be both exciting and

and probably more terrifying than the former.

I feel prepared. I’ve spent the past week

answers ready to go. All that’s

and then tomorrow is

The cook-off.

can’t believe it’s already almost here. In less than twenty-four hours,

television studio where I’ll be competing in front of a

Am I just as prepared for that as

really hope

same time, aside from the interview and the

of dread forming in my stomach—this time, thanks to

tomorrow, only returning in a

and then leaving again.

I took his presence for granted.

All this time, he’s been putting aside his

much to show for it. But what does

I hope it’s been more than that for him,

knowing.

Crisp lighting, a monochrome

the air as I

floor—everything about

and directed

salon, complete

glance around and spot the three other contestants—a

air about him, an older-looking man who doesn’t even glance