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 a second, considering, but then I

be a shoein. The line rings, and with each

even more tightly wound.

answers. “Abby. What’s going

are you busy today?

couple of hours?”

Why?” He sounds a little off, not quite like his

up to the early hour,

John is really sick, like,

my sous chef for the cook-off. I know it’s

him? I-I’ll give you

on the other end of the line, just

Then Anton coughs. It’s

It’s a deep,

throat kind of cough.

my eyes widening, my voice tinged

sudden

“I, like John, have been throwing up