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 though it’s moving in

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

if only to have his

stage feels even more vast and cold than

Vanessa finally says, her voice

expected from you.”

panic begins to set in. “I… I

explain, but my words falter under

not one of understanding. “I

coming together on the plate.

gaze flicks to the second judge, Xavier, a chef of few

I see it there before he

adds simply,

to argue, to defend my dish, to say that the

the words. They know

taken away, and yet they seem to expect the

Logan’s voice, clear and authoritative, that slices

have here is a fundamental problem,”

meeting mine.

station, my knuckles whitening.

the quiver in

eyebrow. “Well, to put it

instructions, Abby. This dish is not what

asked for.”

hitches, and I find myself gasping for air. “But I—I don’t

my composure shattering. “This is farro

and mushrooms. It’s exactly what was asked of

where you’re wrong,” Logan says with a disappointed shake

mafaldine with black truffle

raise, but Logan is already digging through the dish with

horror as he stabs a piece of black truffle and holds it up

it this way

look like a black

studio suddenly seems as though all of the oxygen has been sucked out