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 was about

would. Just this once, I actually wanted you

interrupts. “Don’t make a mountain

biting my lip to keep it from quivering. “You

I didn’t think it would be that big of a deal. We see each other all

you know?”

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

annoyed now. “Just like last week, when I

your request,

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

able to work that night. It

out at your restaurant and you had nothing

I can almost hear him gritting his teeth on the other end, and

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

is to me. But we

knew all along that he would have rather gone to

like reopening a

he pr ods. “Admit it: we had fun.

wasn’t about just having fun, Adam,” I hiss. “Yeah, the

always do when we’re together. It’s like… It’s like you

unless you’re

sounds of the bustling kitchen coming through his end

ears. I think I can hear him put his hand over the receiver and

makes my blood boil

not true,” he finally says. “Of course I can

get into that aspect anymore. I’ve noticed how much

his own problem to solve,

hurt from that

intimate with me.”

around the room, taking in the details—the vibrant colors

the lace curtains from the soft evening breeze. It

few hours ago.

is silent again, this

“Adam?” I call out.

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

Adam? What about our relationship?” I ask, my

needs me right now, and I can’t be in two places at

just reschedule?”

final straw. Tears stream down my face, and I struggle

you even suggest that? I put my heart and soul into tonight. This isn’t

can just push