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 four

morning city traffic?” My voice

if we drive.

a look that I’ve seen so many times before. It’s his ‘trust me, I

look. “Just trust me,

I say with a sigh. “I trust

throat, we rush downstairs

out of

man on a mission.

“Seatbelt,” he barks.

time as he swings into traffic, cutting between

grip the edges of the seat, whiteknuckled, my other

are you trying to get

time,” he says, his eyes never

at the clock on the dashboard, my stomach

believe we’re really attempting this right now. It’s

but feel a surge of invigorating adrenaline that I

Karl and I ran from those

intersection, the light teetering

and red. Karl pushes the pedal to the floor, and

light flips red, and another car enters the

straight at us.

“KARL!”

the other car by a hair’s breadth.

other driver laying into

obscenities from his window.

urge, my eyes widening even further

laying on their horns.

we’re out of the intersection, I punch his arm with

surprises even me. “Are you insane? Be

our lives

mine

on time because I didn’t

got hit?” My voice is a shaky mess, but

he says.

a corner, and suddenly, there it is—the

glance at the clock again. Five minutes to