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…

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

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

even more tightly wound.

Anton answers. “Abby. What’s going

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

couple of hours?”

He sounds a

but I chalk it up to the early hour,

bind. John is

cook-off. I know it’s

in for him? I-I’ll give

pause on the other end of the line, just

my stomach. Then Anton coughs.

deep,

throat kind of cough.

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

a sudden

sighs. “I, like John, have been throwing