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

us, about spending time together, reconnecting. This was about you showing

once, I actually wanted you to follow

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

lip to keep it from quivering.

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

you know?”

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

sounding annoyed now. “Just like last week, when

your request, might I

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

gone with me if you had been able to work

at your restaurant and you

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

to work that night,

we still had fun, didn’t

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

like reopening

we had fun. It

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

much to drink, just like you always do when we’re together. It’s like… It’s like you can’t even

unless

sounds of the bustling kitchen

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

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

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

into that aspect anymore. I’ve

we’re together, but that’s his own problem

you…” I hesitate, the hurt from that evening

intimate with me.”

the details—the vibrant colors of

from the soft evening

few hours ago.

silent again,

“Adam?” I call out.

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

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

and I can’t be in two places at once.

just reschedule?”

final straw. Tears stream down my face, and

you even suggest that? I put

can just push to another