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…

thumb hovers over the call button for

and Anton will be a shoein. The line rings, and with each passing second, I can

even more tightly wound.

“Abby.

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

couple of hours?”

He sounds a little off,

it up to the early hour, and

in a bind. John is really sick, like, food-poisoning sick,

my sous chef for the cook-off. I know it’s super last-minute, but

I-I’ll give

end of the line, just

Anton coughs. It’s

It’s a deep,

throat kind of cough.

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

sudden spike

like John, have been throwing up all