Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Karl

The second round had left a bitter taste in my mouth. Seeing the way that the

judge, Logan, tore into Abby on live television left me feeling maybe a little too

overprotective, but I couldn’t just stand idly by while Abby had her integrity

ripped apart on stage.

I told Abby I needed to take a call, but it was a complete lie. I needed to talk to

this Logan, understand why he was being so harsh on Abby compared to the

other contestants. And most of all, I needed to make him see the truth: that Abby

was an excellent chef, undeserving of this treatment, and that her spices had

been sabotaged.

Enter title…

The security guard outside the judges’ private room was a mountain of a man,

his face impassive as I approached.

“Hello,” I said, adjusting my blue surgical mask slightly. “I’d like to speak with—”

“I’m sorry, sir, but you can’t go in there,” the security guard replied, his voice a

low rumble. “Policy.”

“But I just need a moment with Judge Logan. It’s important,” I pleaded, trying to

keep the urgency out of my voice.

Before the guard could refuse me again, the door cracked open and Logan’s

eyes searched me up and down for a

considering,

alright, let him in,” he said, and

look on his

was as commanding off stage as

small and thick with tension. Logan was the

off doing their own thing.

two of us: man

to face Logan, who was

of curiosity

it?”

my real name.

the day, and it was what I would stick

over.

do for you, Ken?” he asked, folding his arms across his

straight with you,” I began, my hands clasped behind

noticed something… a tension between you and

with the other contestants. I

to man, why it seems like you’ve got it out

eyebrows lifted. “Did Abby send you?” he

shook my head vehemently. “No. She has no idea I’m even here. I

to you

moment, then leaned back

assuming I dislike Abby, which couldn’t

with a disarming calmness.

you give out there,” I

her, it’s like she’s being singled

“Look, I know

actually gets them right, are some of the

tasted in this competition. And her techniques are

then?” I pressed. “Why are you so harsh with

no less? You’re not nearly as strict

eyes met mine, and there was a flicker of something