Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Abby

The stage lights are blinding, but I try to focus on the announcer standing across

from me. His voice reverberates through the microphone as he begins his script.

“Ladies and Gentlemen… Welcome to the annual Alpha party cooking

competition! I’m your host, Heinrich Williams, and today I’m proud to

announce…”

One by one, the contestants and judges are introduced. Their faces are

projected onto giant screens that hang above us, and with each announcement,

the audience cheers and applauds excitedly. The announcer then asks each

Enter title…

person a couple of questions, giving them time to promote themselves before

the show begins.

As I’m waiting for my turn, though, all I can feel is crippling, soul-crushing fear.

How do I look? How will the audience respond? What will I say when it’s my turn

expecting all of this, and all I can think is that maybe if I

time this morning, maybe I wouldn’t

me, steady

catch his brown eyes glinting in the light of the stage

about it

odd way, I’m almost glad to have him here. I thought that

by my side, but this feels like

of me at his presence, attracted to his scent and closeness as

a lifeline in a

booms, pulling me back to reality, “a chef

with her interview yesterday. With

eloquent words about inclusivity in the culinary world—please

welcome to Abby!”

into cheers, louder and more

have ever imagined.

I blink in surprise.

name on them, being held up by

word ‘Abby’ is written in colorful letters, hearts dotting the

like “Go Abby!” and “Team

my arm gently, a signal for me to step forward.

stage floor as I move

now in a different way

it true? Do people… really