Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Abby

Vanessa walks up to me, her heels clicking softly on the tile floor. The room

slowly begins to pick up its volume again, but I feel lost in a giant void.

“Are you okay, Abby?” Vanessa asks, her voice pulling me back to the present.

“I-I’m fine,” I murmur, although the words feel like a complete and utter lie. “I’m

sorry. I didn’t mean to cause a scene.” I glance at Karl, who’s standing a few

feet away, watching intently.

Vanessa smiles, a soft, empathetic curve of her lips that immediately puts me at

ease. “Don’t be sorry. The culinary world isn’t exactly a bed of roses for women,

you know? We’re already at a disadvantage just by being female chefs.”

Enter title…

the case,” I find myself saying, a hint

talent should be

eyes meeting mine with a look that

right. But sometimes the world

as though contemplating whether

decision. “Let

nearby table, crossing

was climbing my way

stand

the kitchen, mind you, but simply because I was a

black woman

horrible,” I say, my heart sinking at the

discrimination.

that’s not even the beginning of it,” Vanessa says,

grim tone.

a critical review from a food critic, Mark

swapped the fresh herbs I’d prepped with ones that had

got sick. It was a whole

“Did he get away with

“He did. At the time, nobody believed