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,

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

been for nothing.

hair back

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

something simple: a t-shirt, jeans,

is it,” I murmur to

head out. “Today’s the

stairs, grabbing the

to the cafe down my street for a

over my head as I step inside, and

brewed coffee

a sweet lady named Carol,

The usual?”

Carol. Yes, please—black coffee, one sugar,

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

it glides down my throat. It’s like a little cup

one hand and a bagged croissant in

toward John’s apartment. The air

and I feel

alive as I walk, each

imagine John’s surprised face when