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

me up and down for

he were considering, before he

he said, and the guard stepped aside,

on his

stage as it was onstage,

small and thick with

off doing their own thing. I was

to just be the two

behind me, turning to face Logan, who was

of curiosity and

is it?”

that wasn’t my real name. It was the pseudonym that I

what I

over.

do for you, Ken?” he

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

something… a tension between you

critiques seem more personal than with

seems

“Did Abby

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

you

for a moment,

assuming I dislike Abby, which couldn’t be further from the

with a disarming calmness.

not the impression you give out there,” I countered, my voice tense.

it’s like she’s being

considering. “Look,

actually gets them right, are some of the

this competition. And her techniques are pretty much

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

not nearly as strict with the other

mine, and there was a flicker