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.

you have four wheels?”

traffic?” My voice leaps an octave.

it if

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

“Just trust

say with a

rush downstairs and jump into his

life, and Karl zips out of

man on a mission.

“Seatbelt,” he barks.

time as he swings into

the edges of

trying to get

trying to get us there on time,” he says, his eyes never leaving

the clock on the dashboard, my stomach lurching.

really attempting this right

a surge of invigorating adrenaline

ran from those

light teetering

yellow and red. Karl pushes the pedal to the

flips red, and another car enters the intersection, horn blaring,

straight at us.

“KARL!”

screeching, missing the other car

screeching halt, the other driver laying into his horn and

obscenities from his window.

just go!” I urge, my eyes widening even further as other

laying on their horns.

off, and once we’re out of

surprises even me. “Are you insane? Be

risking our lives

mine through the rearview mirror. “And if

on time because I didn’t take that risk?” he

My voice is

we didn’t,” he says. I

suddenly, there it is—the TV studio. Karl pulls

clock again. Five minutes