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,

let him in,” he said, and the guard stepped

look on his

presence was as commanding off stage as it was onstage,

thick with tension. Logan was

likely off doing their own thing. I was relieved, because I

just be the two of us:

to face

mixture of

it?” he

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

and it was what I would

over.

he asked, folding his arms across his

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

“I’ve noticed something… a tension between you and Abby. On

critiques seem more personal than with the other contestants.

why it seems like you’ve got it out for

lifted. “Did Abby send you?”

“No. She has no idea I’m even here. I

to you in

for a moment, then leaned back

which couldn’t be further from the truth,” he

with a disarming calmness.

the impression you give out there,”

with her, it’s like she’s

moment, considering. “Look, I know Abby

“Her flavors, when she actually gets them right,

And her techniques are pretty much

then?” I pressed. “Why are you so

You’re not nearly as strict

met mine, and there was a flicker of