Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 37: Late Again
Abby

The once golden glow of the candles seems dull now. The shadows in the room stretch longer, a stark

contrast to the beautifully set table, pristine and untouched. The wine, once poured with anticipation,

sits still, a silent witness to my growing anxiety. The aroma of the truffle oil, once intoxicating, now only

serves as a bitter reminder of the love I had poured into preparing for this evening.

The clock on the wall seems to mock me with its relentless ticking, each second stretching into an

eternity. My phone lays idle beside me, and the absence of a call or message from Adam weighs

heavily on my heart.

Trying to ward off the budding dread, I take a deep breath and dial his number. “Maybe he’s stuck in

traffic or something,” I think to myself. “Or, g od forbid, he got into an accident.”

After dialing his number, I hold my phone up to my ear with a shaky hand. The soft hum of the ringtone

echoes in the silence.

After what feels like a lifetime, he answers. The din of background noises hits me instantly—shouts,

laughter, the unmistakable hustle and bustle of his restaurant.

My stomach sinks. He’s working. I should have known better.

“Adam?” My voice quivers slightly.

“Abby? What’s up?”

His casual tone catches me off guard, and I try to steady myself. “What’s up? Seriously? You were

supposed to be here over an hour ago!”

“Oh…right. About that,” he starts, his voice hurried and distracted. “Look, Abby, I got swamped here.

Thought maybe you wouldn’t mind if I sat this one out. You know, have dinner by yourself? You can

save me some leftovers for tomorrow, right?”

Tears pr ick at my eyes, and I feel a twinge of anger. “This wasn’t just about the food, Adam! It was

together, reconnecting. This was about you

actually wanted you to

he interrupts. “Don’t make a mountain out

lip to keep it from quivering. “You

sorry, Abbs. I didn’t think it would be that big of a deal. We

you know?”

week, when you took me out?” I counter, sarcasm

sounding annoyed now. “Just like last week, when I took you out for drinks

request, might I

huff angrily. “Be honest with me, Adam,” I say, pinching the bridge of my nose in annoyance,

me if you had been able to work that night. It was

at your restaurant and you

can almost hear him gritting his teeth on

I could have gone to work that night, I would have,

me. But we still had fun, didn’t

along that he would have rather gone to work that night,

is like

we had

just having fun, Adam,” I hiss. “Yeah, the dancing

much to drink, just like you always do when we’re together. It’s like…

unless you’re

sounds of the bustling

like a cacophony in my ears. I think I can hear him put his

else, and it only makes my blood boil even more.

true,” he finally says. “Of course I can be sober

grit my teeth, not wanting to get into that aspect anymore. I’ve noticed how much Adam likes

we’re together, but that’s his own

all that, you…” I hesitate, the hurt from

intimate with me.”

taking in the details—the vibrant

the lace curtains from the soft evening breeze.

few hours ago.

again, this

“Adam?” I call out.

about it,” he

Adam? What about our relationship?”

needs me right now, and I can’t be

just reschedule?”

nonchalant attitude is the final straw. Tears stream down my

even suggest that? I put my heart and soul into

just