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,

focus on winning that cook-off, otherwise all of my efforts will

been for nothing.

hair

change into a uniform for

for something simple: a

it,” I murmur to myself, checking my reflection one last

mirror before I head out. “Today’s

rush down the stairs, grabbing the go-bag

my street for a quick pick-me-up

The bell jingles over my head as I step inside, and I’m greeted by

brewed coffee

lady named Carol, is behind the

The usual?” she

coffee, one sugar, and

is brief, and soon I’m sipping my

throat. It’s like a little cup

one hand and a bagged croissant in the

toward John’s apartment. The air is crisp, the sun rising in

I feel

the city come alive as I walk, each step invigorating me further.

already imagine John’s surprised face when he