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.

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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,

on winning that cook-off, otherwise all of my

been for nothing.

shower, I pull my hair back into a neat and

asked to change into a uniform for the cook-off,

for something simple: a

Abby, this is it,” I murmur to myself, checking my reflection

I head out.

down the stairs, grabbing the go-bag that I prepared last

the cafe down my street for a quick pick-me-up before

as I step inside,

freshly brewed

named Carol, is

Abby! The usual?” she

coffee, one sugar, and a

and soon I’m sipping my

throat. It’s like a little

my coffee in one hand and a bagged croissant in the other, I

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

feel optimistic

as I walk, each step

when he sees