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,

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

been for nothing.

I pull my hair back into a neat

asked to change into a uniform

a t-shirt, jeans, and

I murmur to myself, checking my reflection one last

head out. “Today’s the day you

stairs, grabbing the go-bag that I

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

head as I step inside, and I’m

aroma of freshly brewed coffee and

lady named Carol, is behind

The usual?” she

please—black coffee,

transaction is brief, and soon I’m

as it glides down my throat.

hand and a bagged croissant in the

apartment. The air is

and I feel

as I walk, each

John’s surprised face when he