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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of pride course through my

judges make their way around, forks poised, eyes

I watch as they reach Daniel’s station. He

high, as they taste her creation. My heart pounds in my

echoing my mounting anxiety.

they come to my

ladies and gentlemen,” I say, pushing my plate forward. “I hope

duck pâté en croûte.

believe adds a savory kick in

a bite and nods approvingly, her eyes meeting mine in

second judge, too, gives a

then, there’s Logan—the Logan—chef extraordinaire and

the world. His gaze

a

like hours as he chews slowly, deliberately,

And then, a small grimace.

off,” he says, setting down

seasoning. The black pepper isn’t hiding your inadequate

taken a punch to the gut. The judges move on, but I

my throat collapsing in on itself.