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.

the judges begin their taste test, times feels as though

All eyes are on me, Abby, the chef with the ‘violent’ partner.

only to have his

vast and

finally says, her voice

expected from you.”

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

I start to explain, but

one of understanding. “I

on the plate. I’m

second judge, Xavier, a chef

see it there before he even

unbalanced,” he adds simply, his

to argue, to defend my dish, to say that

I swallow the words. They know the chaos that unfolded. They saw

seem to expect the

voice, clear and authoritative, that slices

here is a fundamental problem,” he states, his cold

meeting mine.

of my station, my knuckles whitening. “Please, enlighten me,”

the quiver in

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

“You didn’t follow the instructions, Abby. This dish is

asked for.”

myself gasping for air. “But I—I

shattering. “This is

exactly what was

Logan says with a disappointed shake of

not farro mafaldine with black truffle butter and

Logan is already digging through the dish with his fork.

of black truffle and

this way and

this look like a

of the oxygen