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,

winning that cook-off, otherwise all

been for nothing.

my hair back into a neat

change into a uniform for the

a

is it,” I murmur to myself,

out. “Today’s the

down the stairs, grabbing the go-bag

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

The bell jingles over my head as

brewed coffee and baked

sweet lady named

Abby! The

please—black coffee, one sugar, and a

brief, and soon I’m sipping my coffee, savoring the

my throat. It’s like

coffee in one hand and a bagged croissant in the

The air is crisp, the sun rising

and I feel

come alive as I walk, each step

imagine John’s surprised face when he sees how pumped