Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Abby

On the morning of the cook-off, I’m already awake before my alarm even starts

buzzing.

Last night, I hardly slept at all thanks to a combination of excitement over the

cook-off and my wine-induced conversation with Karl. All night, his words

swirled around my mind: “I’m really proud of you,” he had said.

Hearing Karl say those words was so unexpected, yet so heartwarming at the

same time. I can’t get them out of my mind, like a lost puppy who’s found her

home, or a shipwreck survivor lost at sea who has found a lifeline. It’s strange

how much of an impact it has had on me.

Enter title…

As soon as my alarm goes off, though, I pop out of bed and thrust myself into

cook-off mode. Today is not the day to be thinking about my ex-husband. Today,

winning that cook-off, otherwise all of my efforts

been for nothing.

slightly-too-hot shower, I pull my hair back into

dressed. I know I’ll be asked to change into a uniform for the cook-off, so

for something simple: a t-shirt, jeans, and a

is it,” I murmur to

before I head out. “Today’s the day you show

stairs, grabbing the go-bag

cafe down my street for

jingles over my head as I step

of freshly brewed coffee and

named Carol, is

Abby! The usual?” she

coffee, one sugar, and

is brief, and soon I’m sipping my coffee,

glides down my throat. It’s like

coffee in one hand and a bagged croissant

John’s apartment. The air is crisp, the

I feel optimistic

the city come alive as I walk, each step invigorating

face when he sees how pumped