Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Abby

I feel frozen to my spot as the judges make their way toward Daniel’s station.

The grin stretched across his face almost makes me feel sick, and it’s all I can

do not to run off the stage right now.

“Wow,” Vanessa says as she takes the first bite of Daniel’s dish, which looks

leaps and bounds ahead of mine just by presentation alone. “Really, Daniel;

wow. Despite everything, you created a phenomenal dish.”

“Thank you so much,” Daniel says, his eyes flickering toward me. “You know,

with my sous chef’s wrist in so much pain, it was difficult. But we made it.”

Enter title…

Next, the judges begin making their way toward me, and I feel like I’m going to

be sick. They stop in front of my station, and I can feel the cold weight of

Logan’s gaze on me already.

“Hello, Abby,” Vanessa says, her gaze sweet as ever despite the circumstances.

“Your performance in the second round was lacking, but you’re here now. How

do you feel?”

I swallow. “I feel…” I pause, my throat cracked and dry. “I feel… Hopeful,” I

mutter. Vanessa nods in response along with the third judge, but Logan—his

face is as inscrutable as ever.

test, times feels as

on me, Abby, the chef with the ‘violent’ partner. I wish

here now, if only to have his presence by my side, but

more vast and cold than it ever

says, her voice low. “This… This isn’t what

expected from you.”

as panic begins to set in. “I… I tried

to—” I start to explain, but my words

but it’s not one of understanding. “I see what you

the plate. I’m sorry,

to the second judge, Xavier, a chef of few words.

and I see it there before he even speaks—a profound

unbalanced,” he adds simply,

to argue, to defend my dish, to say that

words. They know the chaos

seem to expect the impossible from

voice, clear and

have here is a fundamental problem,” he

meeting mine.

clutch the edge of my station, my knuckles whitening. “Please, enlighten

quiver in my voice

raises an eyebrow. “Well, to put it plainly…” He pauses,

follow the instructions, Abby. This dish is not

asked for.”

gasping for air. “But I—I don’t

composure shattering. “This is

It’s exactly

says with a disappointed shake

farro mafaldine with black truffle

but Logan is already digging through the dish

he stabs a piece of

it this way and

does this look like a black truffle to

seems as though all of the