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,

on winning that cook-off, otherwise all

been for nothing.

hair back into a neat and

change into

something simple: a

I murmur to

I head out. “Today’s the day

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

the cafe down my street for a quick

jingles over my head as I step

freshly brewed coffee and baked

named

The

Yes, please—black coffee, one sugar,

is brief, and soon I’m sipping

it glides down my throat. It’s

in one hand and a bagged croissant in

The air is crisp, the sun

and I feel

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

when he sees