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…

I find myself saying, a hint

talent should be

mine with a look

world doesn’t operate the way

as though contemplating whether to

a decision. “Let me

table, crossing her

my way up the ladder, there was

him Mark—who couldn’t stand me. Not because I

him in the kitchen, mind you, but simply because

black woman at

sinking at the thought

discrimination.

not even the beginning of it,” Vanessa

grim tone.

a critical review from a food

prepped with ones

dish. The critic got sick.

I gasp. “Did he get

“He did. At the time, nobody believed that he could do