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,

that cook-off, otherwise

been for nothing.

shower, I pull my hair back into

change into a

a t-shirt, jeans,

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

out. “Today’s the day you show them

down the stairs, grabbing the

my street for a quick pick-me-up before

jingles over my head as I step

brewed

barista, a sweet lady named Carol, is behind the

The

Yes, please—black coffee, one sugar, and a

I’m sipping my coffee,

as it glides down my throat. It’s like a

hand and a

apartment. The air

and I feel optimistic about

of the city come alive as

when