Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

“On it,” he responds, jogging toward the pantry. He returns a few moments later,

and we swap places.

“Make sure to turn the duck and sear it evenly,” I call out as I begin to mix the

ingredients together to make the dough. “Use the red wine for moisture. Yeah,

just like that, perfect…”

…

When the buzzer blares, signaling the end of the round, I step back and take a

look at my dish.

It’s beautiful—each element perfectly executed, just like I rehearsed a million

times in my head. The plate practically glows under the stage lights, and I can’t

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but feel a surge of pride course through

way around, forks

Daniel’s station. He stands tall,

creation. My heart pounds in my

echoing my mounting anxiety.

come

ladies and gentlemen,” I say, pushing my

of duck pâté en croûte. I incorporated

pastry, which I believe adds a savory kick in

a bite and nods approvingly,

communication of respect. The second judge,

Logan—chef extraordinaire and

renowned restaurants in the world. His gaze

a bite of my

as he chews slowly, deliberately, his

small grimace. My blood runs

off,” he says, setting down his fork. “And

black pepper isn’t hiding your inadequate

to the gut. The judges

a haze, my throat collapsing in on itself. This