Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Abby

Five minutes feels like an eternity. I pace Karl’s kitchen as he quickly gets ready

in the other room, not even taking a moment to take in the fact that this is Karl’s

apartment, and I’m here for the first time ever. The whole place is awash with

his scent in an almost intoxicating way, the leather chairs and brick walls a

perfect representation of his taste: dark, understated, and professional.

Finally, after what feels like hours, Karl finally steps out of his room. Surprisingly,

despite the time crunch, he looks… good.

His hair is combed neatly, and he’s wearing a professional button-down shirt

with black slacks and a pair of loafers. Somehow, even in his haste, he always

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manages to look put-together. I wish I could say the same; I feel like a

trainwreck right now.

However, as he puts on his blue surgical mask, I glance at the clock. My eyes

widen in horror.

“Oh my god, we have only fifteen minutes to make it!” I exclaim, my throat

feeling dry from the hectic morning.

“We’ll make it, Abby. Trust me,” he says, his words muffled behind the mask.

I swallow. “We have to run to the subway. Maybe we can still—”

Karl holds up his car keys with a chuckle that says he has everything under

control. The keys jingle against each other as he wiggles them back and forth.

needs a subway when you have

traffic?” My voice leaps an octave.

if we drive.

look that I’ve seen so

“Just trust me,

fine,” I say with a sigh. “I

we rush downstairs

and Karl zips out of the parking space moments

man on a mission.

“Seatbelt,” he barks.

time as he swings

of the seat, whiteknuckled, my other hand clutching the pendant of

trying

on time,”

on the dashboard, my

we’re really attempting this right

but feel a surge of

ran from those poachers

an intersection, the light teetering dangerously between the

red. Karl pushes the pedal to

car enters

straight at us.

“KARL!”

tires screeching, missing the other car by

halt, the other driver laying into

obscenities from his window.

my eyes widening even

laying on their horns.

out of

that surprises even me. “Are you insane? Be more careful!

our

looks at me, his eyes meeting mine

I didn’t take that risk?” he

got hit?” My voice is a

didn’t,” he

then we turn a corner, and suddenly,

the front, and I glance at the clock again.