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

spending time together, reconnecting. This was about you

this once, I actually wanted you to follow through

Abby,” he interrupts. “Don’t make a mountain out of a

my lip to keep it from quivering. “You promised,

it would be that big of a deal. We see each other all the

you know?”

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

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

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

and you

on the other end, and it’s

have gone to work that night, I would have, Abby. You know how important

we still had fun,

sick. I knew all along that he would have rather gone

is like reopening a

we had fun.

having fun, Adam,” I hiss.

always do when we’re together. It’s like… It’s like you can’t even

unless

for a moment. The sounds of the bustling kitchen coming through his

I can hear

only makes my blood boil even more. It’s

“Of course I can be sober around

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

that’s his own problem to solve,

hesitate, the hurt from that evening flooding back. “You couldn’t even

intimate with me.”

in the details—the

the soft

few hours ago.

silent again, this time

“Adam?” I call out.

wanna talk about it,” he says

our relationship?” I ask, my voice catching in my

needs me right now, and I can’t be

just reschedule?”

is the final straw. Tears stream down my face,

I put my heart and soul into tonight. This

you can just push to another