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 you showing

would. Just this once, I actually wanted you to follow through with our

interrupts. “Don’t make

lip to

be that big of a deal.

you know?”

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

“Just like last week, when I took you out

request,

say, pinching the bridge

me if you had been able to work that night.

restaurant and you had nothing

his teeth on the other end,

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

we still had fun, didn’t

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

like

Abbs,” he pr ods. “Admit it: we

I hiss. “Yeah, the dancing and the drinks were

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

me unless you’re

a moment. The sounds of the bustling kitchen coming through

in my ears. I think I can hear him put his hand

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

finally says. “Of course I

not wanting to get into that aspect

his own problem

all that, you…” I hesitate, the hurt from that evening flooding back. “You couldn’t

intimate with me.”

details—the

the soft evening breeze. It all seemed so perfect

few hours ago.

is silent again, this time for

“Adam?” I call out.

about it,” he says quietly. “Sh it

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

restaurant needs me right now, and

just reschedule?”

straw. Tears stream down my face,

put my heart and soul into tonight.

you can just push to