Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Abby

It takes a moment for me to process John’s words. I’m standing here, on the

subway platform, with my phone in my hand and my coffee in the other, feeling

like my life is spiraling out of control.

The buzz of the city, the sleepy commuters shuffling past me, and the distant

clatter of subway cars fade into the background as I realize my situation is

getting desperate.

“Okay, okay. Don’t panic, Abby,” I mutter to myself, opening my contacts to find

Anton’s number. Anton is a skilled chef, and he’s been working with me for a

little while now. He could fill in for John in a heartbeat, I’m sure of it.

Enter title…

call button for

is ticking, and Anton will be a

even more tightly wound.

“Abby.

in a deep breath. “Anton, are you busy today?

couple of hours?”

Not really… Why?” He sounds a little

but I chalk it up to the

Anton, I’m in a bind. John is really sick,

cook-off. I

him? I-I’ll give you a week’s

a pause on the other end of the line, just long

to my stomach. Then Anton coughs. It’s not a casual, just-woke-up

deep,

throat kind of cough.

you okay?” I ask, my eyes widening, my voice tinged

a sudden

sighs. “I, like John, have been throwing up all night, Abby. I can