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.

beat, her hands working with a practiced rhythm as

the pasta dough and begins feeding it through

me a quick, conspiratorial glance that says we’ve got

bag, so long as we don’t have another sabotage on

are golden, Ken,” she says. “They need

perfect.”

the flame. “On it,

across our station. “‘Chef,’” she

me that.”

the mafaldine, her

need the truffles soon,” she says. “Can

right up,” I say, although the mushrooms demand my focus

longer. They’re browning nicely, the nutty aroma mixing

scent of the saffron.

the heat and take a step away from

that’s slung over my shoulder. “I’ll grab the truffles

pantry, I can’t help but feel

victory. Abby is bound to

but lady luck is on our side right

to the pantry swings open, and that’s when