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

This

wanted you to follow through

“Don’t make a mountain

lip to

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

you know?”

took me out?” I counter, sarcasm dripping from my

last

request, might

honest with me, Adam,” I say, pinching the bridge of my nose in annoyance,

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

restaurant and

can almost hear him gritting his teeth on the other end, and it’s a few moments

“If I could have gone to work that night, I would have, Abby.

But we still had

would have rather gone to work that night, but

is like

ods. “Admit it: we had fun.

about just having fun, Adam,” I hiss. “Yeah, the dancing and the drinks were fun.

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

me unless

the bustling kitchen coming through

think I can hear him put

it only makes my blood boil even more. It’s like I’m not even

“Of course I can be sober

teeth, not wanting to get into that aspect anymore.

together, but that’s his own problem to solve,

you…” I hesitate, the hurt from that evening

intimate with me.”

glance around the room, taking in the details—the vibrant colors of the fresh

from the soft evening breeze. It all seemed so

few hours ago.

is silent again,

“Adam?” I call out.

don’t wanna talk about it,” he says quietly. “Sh it

relationship?” I ask, my

restaurant needs me right now, and I can’t be in

just reschedule?”

final straw. Tears stream down my

you even suggest that? I put my

can just push to