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.

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over the call button for a second, considering, but then I

no other options right now, the clock is ticking, and Anton will be a shoein. The line rings, and with each passing second, I can feel my nerves

even more tightly wound.

Anton answers. “Abby.

are you busy

couple of hours?”

He sounds a little

chalk it up to

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

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

I-I’ll

end of the

Anton coughs. It’s

It’s a deep,

throat kind of cough.

I ask, my eyes widening, my

a sudden

have been throwing up all night, Abby. I can