Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Karl

The sizzle of sauteing farro mafaldine fills the air as Abby and I maneuver

around our station like we’ve done this a million times before. I can sense a

newfound glimmer in Abby’s eyes, a hint of something confident and downright

mesmerizing.

“Ken,” Abby’s voice cuts sharply through the noise, using the pseudonym that I

chose earlier today like it’s second nature to her despite the pressure, “start on

the mushrooms. I’ll handle the mafaldine and get the sauce going.”

“On it,” I reply, grabbing a skillet. I drizzle the olive oil into the pan just as I’ve

watched Anton and John do all along, having taken their motions and saved

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them in a little recess in the back of my mind, like a sponge soaking up

knowledge.

a beat, her hands working with a practiced rhythm

kneading the pasta dough and

me a quick, conspiratorial glance that says we’ve

bag, so long as we don’t have

Ken,” she says. “They

perfect.”

adjusting the flame. “On it,

laugh crackles across our station. “‘Chef,’” she says. “I like

me that.”

her hands move over the mafaldine, her

the truffles soon,” she says. “Can

say, although the

They’re browning nicely, the nutty aroma mixing with

scent of the saffron.

turn down the heat and take a step away from the stove, wiping

slung over my shoulder. “I’ll

pantry, I can’t help but feel the prickling sensation

is bound to win

bit of a bust, but lady luck is on our side right

to the pantry swings open, and