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…

for a second, considering, but

will be a shoein. The line

even more tightly wound.

answers. “Abby.

breath. “Anton, are you busy today? Specifically,

couple of hours?”

a little off,

up

Anton, I’m in a bind. John is really sick, like, food-poisoning

be my sous chef for the cook-off. I

in for him? I-I’ll give

other end of the line, just long enough for my heart

coughs.

deep, guttural, I’ve-been-sick-all-night-puking-my-brains-out

throat kind of cough.

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

sudden

been throwing up all night, Abby. I can