Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

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Abby
“And the contestants moving on to the final round are… Abby, Bryan, and
Daniel.”
The announcer’s voice sparks an explosion of cheers.
“Abby, you’ve done it!” Karl’s voice carries over to me through the noise, and I
turn to face him, my smile so wide it almost hurts.
“I know,” I breathe out, the words barely a whisper. I’ve made it to the next
round. I can’t believe it, especially after Logan’s negative comments about my
food.
Enter title…
The assistant holds up a sign indicating a fifteen-minute break, which is sorely
needed after spending the past hour under the hot stage lights. Karl nudges me
forward, steering us through the maze of equipment and fellow competitors,
past the spot where Frederick’s station now lies abandoned.
“Don’t let Logan get into your head. You’re in the top three for a reason,” Karl
murmurs into my ear as we push through the double doors into the breakroom,
a cool breeze from the AC blowing into our sweaty faces.
Karl walks over to the water cooler, grabbing a cup. He fills it and hands it to me,
his gaze holding mine.

“Thanks,” I say, chugging the cool liquid in three swift gulps.
“Abby, you’ve done great so far,” he says, taking the cup from me and filling it
again. “Despite Logan’s comments. I could tell Vanessa really loved your dish,
too.”
“I know,” I say with a nod, taking the cup from him again. Our fingers brush, and
there’s a slight static shock that fills me with a combination of confidence and
bashfulness. “She really did love it. Logan, on the other hand…”
Karl shrugs. “He’s just one judge,” he says gently. “Just keep trying your best.
Remember, there may be fewer contestants with each round, but there will
always be three judges. His opinion only holds one third of the weight.”
I take another sip, my mind whirring with possibilities. “Yeah, but one third is still
a lot,” I murmur.
Karl pushes off the counter, his own plastic cup crunching in his hand. “Sure.
But you’ve handled a lot more than that.”
A glance at the clock tells me there’s still time before we have to head back to
stage. I need a moment to myself, a moment to breathe. Excusing myself to the
restroom, I step inside and let out a soft sigh of relief.
The cool sensation of the marble counter under my fingertips is grounding as I
stand in front of the mirror and breathe deeply. My face feels hot, partially from
the stage lights and partially from the physical and metaphorical heat of the
kitchen, but I feel invigorated.
Although, if it weren’t for this awful mask of makeup on my face, I’d like to
splash some cold water on myself. But I can’t. Makeup artist’s orders.
I take one more glance in the mirror, my determination resurfacing. Karl is right;
Logan’s comments couldn’t possibly be the deciding factor of the entire
competition. If anything, it should serve as motivation to make an even better
dish in the next round.
As I step out of the bathroom a few moments later, Karl is waiting for me, still
leaning against “Almost time to head back,” he says, glancing at his watch.
“Almost time to win the next round,” I correct him.
“Win?” an all-too familiar voice calls out.
Just then, the door swings open and Daniel steps into the room. There’s a sneer
on his face.
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